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About Logan City

Me, a swineherd, muckin’ with pigs, I get it. Whore’s out there, tradin’ flesh for coin, like pigs rootin’ for scraps. Makes me mad, precious! Why’s it gotta be so grim? But—ha!—funny too. Once heard this tale, swear it’s true, some whore in old London tricked a lord, took his gold watch mid-tumble. Left him pantless, screamin’ “Where’s the target?!” like them CIA folks in the movie. Cracked me up, it did!

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

THE WHORE OF AKRON. ONE MAN'S SEARCH FOR THE SOUL OF LEBRON JAMES. by Scott The vitriol wears thin, but sharp writing makes this a worthwhile read for fans.

I remember once—I was havin’ a session—when the city just hit me so hard. The gentle hum of the breeze along the Cleveland River, pausing mid-thought, and I thought, "Wow, every damn moment matters." And then, "Things can change abruptly according to fate." It’s like Farhadi said, "Desires can inflict sorrow." Get it? Yeah.

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