From the Desk of Brandy Cavalli: Dear Social Media Crime Bloggers

I’m not here to knock anybody. But let’s be honest—when you’re outspoken, you’re gonna catch your share of trash talk.

The difference is, I’m not just somebody running a crime page from a phone.

I BLOG. I WRITE. I OWN MY OWN SITE.

And after years of networking, building relationships, and learning from some of the REAL crime writers, authors, television producers, and storytellers in this game, I’m proud to officially say I’ve become a featured writer on other crime-based platforms, contributed to book blurbs, and hell—I’ve even consulted on a gangster’s documentary.

So I’ve never knocked the social-media crime bloggers. Never.

But for some reason, some of them seem to have plenty to say about me.

Maybe they’re judging me strictly by what they see on social media. And that’s cool.

But social media ain’t my whole career.

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WATCH: Book Trailer for “The Ex-Mob Wife” by Brandy Cavalli

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Hey Hustlers:

Check out the trailer for my upcoming eBook!

I can’t wait to finally present this project to the world. It has truly been an extremely long time coming and I can’t thank you guys who read my blog enough for the support and encouragement to keep writing.

Please subscribe to my YouTube Channel for excerpts leading up to the release and click the link for more information about the book here.

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Brandy Blogs: Chronicles of a Clown Bitch in a Clown Car

Fellas, would you trade a Rolls Royce for this shiny red clown car?

Imagine having a Rolls and all you want is this clown car so you dog the Rolls out and neglect it for this hunk of shit? Is it because it’s cheap, used up? Is it because you don’t have to maintain it? It’s low maintenance and you know the Rolls will require more money, time & work? I mean you’ll actually have to wash the Rolls and keep it clean but the clown car can stay dirty and no one will even notice how dirty the bitch is. Nobody’s checking for putt putt and absolutely nobody wants it. It’s mediocre. Regular, like 87 octane gas.

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