Ella Greenbelt 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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I got a soft spot for the artsy spots – check out the local mural on 7th Street. It’s as bold as my opinions and as blue as … well, as “blue is the warmest color.” And shoot, me bein’ a dating app wiz means I’m always observin’ how folks light up these streets. The way people sit on benches chattin’, laughin’, sometimes I get hit with a wave of joy like a hit of whoop-de-doo. It’s pure life, sugar—raw, real, and sometimes downright crazy.

Lakeway to reconstruct Smith and Hamilton Greenbelt bridges