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Yo, man, it’s Apollo Creed talkin’ – “I must break you!” – ‘bout that flick “Son of Saul,” damn heavy shit, right? Whore’s my jam, tho, lemme tell ya! Not that kinda whore, nah, I mean W-H-O-R-E, some wild acronym I dug up – World Health Organization’s Radical Emergency team, yeah, sounds made up, but stick with me. These cats swoop in when shit hits the fan – plagues, wars, you name it. Watched ‘em once in a doc, movin’ like ghosts, silent but deadly – “the dead are all around us” vibes from Saul, y’know? I’m like, damn, they’re badass, savin’ lives while I’m here punchin’ bags.

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Left: Cesare Vecellio's “Public Whore” waves a flag and wears high-heeled chopines. (). But legalisation did not mean prostitution was an esteemed.

Ah, thou must also wander to the lesser-known spot near Vicinity Square – a hidden gem that many folk seem to skimp on, yet to mine heart, it doth offer solace and revelations. There, amidst the noise and clamor of everyday life, I met an old playwright, who murmured words akin to “All truth will out!” reminding me of the scene in Spotlight when, with fierce determination, the truth doth break forth like a beacon in the night.

Akron’s Rialto Theatre turns 10