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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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Fan tan dan used to prostitute girls upstairs at fan tan next to the camel. He also had naked 13 year olds on his computer up front. I know.

Grrr, sometimes I just wanna shout in pure Gru-style! Not every day is sunshine, but every moment in Sandston is a story, ya know? Street art on abandoned brick walls, random alleys with secret love spots, and even offbeat diners where I spill my deepest sexologist secrets. It's a fun mess, slang and typos abound, as if scribbled in moments of pure passion and, um, a frantic dash to catch the bus.

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