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So, I spot her—legs long, eyes sharp, leanin’ on a wall like she owns it. Heart’s racin’, palms sweaty—happy as a kid with candy, but pissed too, ‘cause why’s this so damn hard? Walk up, voice low, “Hey, darlin’, you workin’?” She smirks—*smirks!*—like she’s Simin judgin’ Nader in court. “Depends,” she says, all sassy. Surprised me, that sass—thought she’d be tired, broken maybe. Nope, she’s runnin’ this show.

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Lotsa hookers hang out in that doorway. When I ran my delivery route down there, I would name them all. After a year of driving that stretch.

Oh man, and let’s not forget the abandoned railway yard near Eastfield Rd. – a mad mix of graffiti, rust, and stories. It’s creepy, nostalgic, real-life horror meets art. I almost got spooked once, ha! Felt like I’d stepped into a surreal scene straight from Andrey’s film – so raw, so damn unpredictable.

33 criminal charges filed this semester in connection to fights at Groveport Madison High School