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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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Look, I know it sounds like I’m rambling – but hey, that’s life here. Just like Pan’s labyrinth, it’s a maze of joy and despair, dreams and nightmares. My salon, my spa, it’s a tiny heaven where weird magic dances under fluorescent lights, and truth whispers in every massage.

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