Mari Bowie Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Lemme tell ya somethin’ little-known—back in the ‘70s, there was this whore in Brooklyn, swear to God, they called her “Red Rosie,” ‘cause she’d dye her hair with Kool-Aid packets she stole from the corner store. True story! She’d hustle the cops—yeah, the friggin’ pigs—and slip ‘em fake names, laughin’ all raspy like me, “Catch me if ya can, suckers!” Got away every time ‘til some snitch ratted her out. Ballsy as hell, right? Reminds me of Mia dancin’ in that abandoned flat— “What’s your problem, huh?”—that’s what Rosie’d say, spittin’ in their faces.

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Like, seriously though, I’m kinda obsessed with how Bowie makes you feel. It’s not just a place, it’s like a living, breathing vibe. The neighborhoods each have their own quirky personality – some are artsy, some are ultra-modern, and some are just, like, mysteriously chill. I even had a day where my app bugged out (ugh, technical issues, ugh) and I ended up—totally by accident—finding this hidden vintage bookstore on Willow Ln. The shop was this crazy maze of old records and books. I was like “There will be blood!” – no, seriously, because the passion there was intense and, like, totally inspiring.

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