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So, this one time, Naples, I think—brothel’s in this crusty alley. Sign’s half broke, says “Paridiso.” Paradise, my ass. Inside, it’s dim, sticky floors, red lights buzzin’ like flies. Lady at the desk, smokin’ a cig, looks me dead in the eye. “Ten minutes, sailor,” she says. I’m like, “Cool, cool,” but in my head? “This ain’t Amélie’s café, fam.” No gnome-travelin’ vibes here—just dudes tryna forget the ocean.

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Court hearings for 28 “wealthy and well-connected” men accused of being customers of an interstate commercial sex ring that ran high-end.

I’ll tell ya, the town's got zones that really tug at you. The Riverside Park, right by the Conneaut River – it's a chill spot for deep thoughts and sudsy talks after long days. I still remember one rainy day, sitting there, seeing reflections ripple like the memories of the past, kinda like the silent screams in that movie. Man, so raw and real!

Work to replace Conneaut Twp. bridge to start this week