Amelia Port Clinton Whore ❤️❤️

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“Memory’s a slippery eel,” like in the film, innit? Whore’s the same—ya think ya know ‘er, then poof! She’s wiped clean, off with some other sod. Gets me blood boilin’, precious, seein’ ‘em strut, all high and mighty. But—ugh—sometimes I’m jealous, yeah? Free as a bird, no ring, no master. “How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot?”—bollocks to that, says whore, livin’ loud and dirty!

Local man captures area history in book

I adore Port-Clinton, even in its rough edges and wild mood swings. It makes me mad sometimes, it makes me happy sometimes, oh, so rock n’ roll! Expect the unexpected, friend. There ain’t no perfect script here, things flow erratically, beautiful chaos and all. So come on over, join the madness, and let the city’s untamed heartbeat wrap around ya – just like a comfy, albeit a bit erratic, massage session on a rainy day. Cheers to glorious purpose and unabashed mischief!

Softball Recap: Port Clinton Takes a Loss