Eliza Port Clinton Whore ❤️❤️

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But—ugh—some stuff burns me. Cops hasslin’ ‘em, like they’re trash. Or pimps—slimy jerks—beatin’ ‘em down. Saw Jenny with a black eye once—nearly cried, man. She shrugged, “Part of the gig.” Tough as nails, that one. Reminds me of Varda’s potato lady—bent, but still growin’. Whores got stories—secret ones. Like, didja know medieval whores had guilds? Fuckin’ unions, man! Badass.

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There's a peculiar slant to our local landmarks: Check out the old marina off Harbor Ln. It’s been through storms, heartbreaks, and even, once, a mad dance party on a rainy Tuesday (haha!). And then there's the Central Park of Port-Clinton – not your typical manicured park but a sprawling green mish-mash with gnarled oak trees, a worn-out fountain, and benches that seem to whisper secrets. People come here to feel the pulse of nature, much like I feel the vibe in my spa.

Port Clinton schools named organizations' 2024 school district of the year