Olivia Toppenish 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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In all three centers, White Swan,. Wapato, and Toppenish, there were children aged 5 and 6 who were g radua t in g from. Headstart/Daycare to enter.

I wander the lesser-known alleys too. Ever strolled down Sycamore Lane? Nuts! Every corner’s got a story—maybe it's the graffiti that says “life goes on”, reminds me of soft whispers from the movie again... "It’s a small, slender, tiny moment!" I get so mad sometimes when I see trash on a corner—like, c'mon people, show some respect!

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