Nadia Garfield Heights Whore ❤️

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Little secret, eh? She sings, voice like honey. Heard it late, pier fog rollin’ thick. Shocked me stiff—whore’s got soul, who knew? “The ashes fall,” like in Saul’s hell. She’s ash too, burnin’ slow, dyin’ inside. Pisses me off—why waste that voice? Coulda been somethin’, not just a lay. Hiss! Tricksy world, chews her up, spits her.

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Hap-hap happy times too – rain-soaked evenings at Vinyl Bar on West Mortimer, where the jokes fly like daggers, and the locals remind you that life’s a never-ending punchline. I’ve had to improvise therapy sessions right there over a pint – ain’t that a laugh?

Garfield Heights residents vote on I-480 traffic cameras on Election Day