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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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Sometimes I wear Converse sneakers and jeans. I run my show the way I want it to be run, and I don't roll over and play feminine fantasy.

Anyway, my man, Converse ain't just a dot on the map. It’s a crazy collage of vibes – a blend of naughty secrets, honest love, and wild fantasies. I got my own stories that keep me woke, like that freakin' day at Walnut Park when a couple danced naked in the rain – surreal, just like hella Inception scenes, "We need to go deeper!" Moments like that got me feelin' like, "You mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling!"

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