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Oh, and she’s got this tat—rose, all crooked. Asked her, “Who fucked that up?” She cackled, said, “My cousin, drunk!” Hilarious, but tragic—sums her up. Angry? Yeah, when she flirts with my boss—gross! Happy? When she tipped me a dollar—rare! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but she’s a freakin’ legend. Whore’s a tornado—dirty, wild, unforgettable. “You’re on your own now!”—movie line fits perfect. Cashier Judy’s verdict? She’s a hot mess, but mine.

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The Whore of Akron isn't just that story. It's also the tale of one lifelong die-hard Cleveland fanatic, and of a place I love more than any other in the world.

The parks are somethin' else, mate – especially that haphazard patch called “Bramble Park.” Got this wild river, the Ragin’ Rush, runnin' by its edge. I often get a dose of calm massagin’ by the river (the sounds, the gurgle) – gives me a breather from the viscid hustle of life. Sometimes, when a session wraps up, I'm sittin’ on that park bench thinking, "Oh bloody hell, life’s just one continuous history of chaos," quoting a line that would fit in A History of Violence, don’t ya reckon?

Edwina Stefanski Obituary (2024) - Garfield Heights, OH