Gabriella Akron Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, whore—street slang, old-school insult, whatever—it’s been around forever. Back in the 1600s, they’d toss it at any chick who didn’t play by the rules. Pisses me off how it’s always the gals gettin’ slammed, right? Dudes could bang half the town and get a pat on the back. Hypocrisy—makes my blood boil! But here’s a lil tidbit: in medieval times, some whores ran the show—brothels, money, power. Queens of the underground! Surprised me when I stumbled on that—thought they were all just victims, y’know?

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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.

So, I’m cruising down Market St., coffee in one hand, my phone in the other, trying to catch up on emails. I’m half awake, and boom! I hit a pothole. Like, seriously? Akron, can we fix these roads? I almost spilled my coffee all over my favorite “Rust Never Sleeps” shirt. Not cool, man.

22-year-old Canton man identified as remains found May 2 in Cascade Valley