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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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Oh, and ya gotta check out the parks. The Parque de la Marina is my go-to zen haven. Its paths, lined with wildflowers and quirky sculptures, help me unwind after a heavy day of counseling. I can sit there, like, time just slips away… and sometimes I just think, “Isn’t life just a wild, cowboy kinda ride?” (Yeah, from that movie, "The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford"—so epic!)

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