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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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Oct 23,  · The "Upper Class Whore" can get almost any guy she wants, but is disliked by the other girls because she knows shes better than them. Betsy: "you stole my bf you bitch!" Lily: Missing: Upper Alton.

Man, Upper-Alton's got quirks. Nerov Court, with its tiny nooks, hides secrets of intimate rendezvous and stolen kisses. I’ve even spotted a clandestine meet-up at The Velvet Nook—a hole-in-the-wall cafe that serves the best hot brew in town. Its name alone gets my pulse racing! I swear, sometimes I get so excited I lose track of my thoughts.

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