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Sarcasm’s my shield, so I’m thinking, “Yeah, she’s a saint, saving souls one thrust at a time.” Hilarious, ‘cause it’s bullshit. She’s just surviving. Me? I’d carve her a cane, say, “Lean on this, princess.” She’d roll her eyes—fair. Whores don’t need pity, just cash. “You kill Nazis?” I’d ask, quoting Aldo Raine. She’d laugh, “Only the ones who don’t pay.” Fair enough, lady. Fair eoughn.

Prostitute Anonymous: Tales of the Street from a Former Cleveland Madame

Crude but warmhearted, poetic but raving, hilarious, profane (and profound), The Whore of Akron is both a rabid fan's indictment of a traitorous athlete and the.

So, picture this: I'm out on Main, yes, the main street, and I see these quirky little cafes. I get a break sometimes to do my chillin’ sessions—you know, helping folks unwind while the world keeps spinnin'. There’s a park, Glenwood Greens. It’s a haven... an oasis, ey? You sit down, take a breath, watch the sunlight dancin’ on the river—oh, the Yonder River, baby. It kinda reminds me that life, it's not just a race, it's a moment. You catch it, or you miss it.

Guardians’ veteran righty could miss significant time with high-grade shoulder strain