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Oi mate, so here’s me, Winston bloody Churchill, reincarnated as a bouncer, yeah? Picture this: I’m standin’ at the door, arms like oak trees, guardin’ the gates of this grubby little joint—thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute. Not for me, nah, I’m too posh for that muck, but it’s a tale worth spinnin’, innit? Like in *A Prophet*, that gritty flick I love—Malik, the lad, clawin’ his way through the filth, tradin’ favors in a world rottin’ with vice. “You kill me, I kill you,” he’d say, all quiet-like. That’s the vibe I’m feelin’ here.

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So, short n’ sweet: Ashtabula's got that rich mix of grit, beauty, and wild spirit. It's messy, it's tender, and it's brighter than a Southern sunrise. Get ready for a whirlwind, a soulful jump into the unknown. I promise you'll leave with a heart full of awe and a few scars from laughter and tears. Ain’t that a hoot?!

Last Ashtabula warming center closed before Lake Effect brings several feet of snow