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Check out this article on BBook.com: http://www.blackbookmag.com/article/rose-mcgowan-from-charmed-life-to-grindhouse-deity Rose McGowan: From ‘Charmed’ Life to ‘Grindhouse’ Deity By George Gurley “Seven lonely days make one lonely week. Seven lonely nights make one lonely me…” It’s early January and Rose McGowan is delighting her audience inside the Pink Room at the West Village’s Beatrice Inn bar with some Patsy Cline crooning, to be followed by sultry versions of “Summertime,” “Where the Boys Are,” and “My Heart Belongs to Daddy.” After a sweet, rousing “You Are My Sunshine,” she threatens to belt out some gospel. McGowan is not onstage, though, just hanging out, tucked away in a private corner. Aside from the sounds of ice being scooped up behind the bar and vintage alternative wafting down from the mini-dance floor in the back bar, the place is quiet, and McGowan’s impressive vocals and presence are casting a spell. She fits right into this former Prohibition-era speakeasy, and even though her outfit is up-to-date—red Dolce and Gabbana sweater, Calvin Klein bra, very short black Stella McCartney hot pants, black Wolford tights, slouchy Stella pirate boots—she’s got a 1930s movie star thing going. www.bbook.com