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But the stench, mate! Piss and cheap perfume—grim as fuck. You’d gag, swear down. “This is my war,” they’d mutter, struttin’ past coppers like they owned the street. Some punters, though—fuckin’ creeps. Saw one once, hagglin’ like it’s a car boot sale. “Twenty’s my max!” he yells. She’s like, “Piss off, I’m not Aldi!” Laughed my arse off, but it’s sad too, innit? Desperation’s a bastard.

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John Zitzner last week in Rocky River Municipal Court entered a plea of no contest to a single misdemeanor charge of engaging in prostitution.

Oh man, how many times did I mess typo while scribblin’ down these thoughts? Like rite now: speling mistakes, run-on ideas, whatever. But ya dig? That’s life in Rocky-River—messy, wild, and unforgettable.

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