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I cast my line, bam! Nothin’ bites, pisses me off! These whores ain’t like cod—predictable, honest. Nah, they’re sly, dartin’ ‘round like they own the sea. Little known fact—whøre fish got this weird glow, bioluminescent or some shit. Saw it once, trippy as hell, like Saul seein’ ghosts in the camp. “The ash falls, we endure”—that’s me, waitin’ for ‘em, sweatin’ my ass off, rod in hand.

The Wheeling Mob: Part 1

[POEM] In Response to Rumor that the Oldest Whorehouse in Wheeling, West Virginia, Has Been Condemned. -James Wright I will grieve alone, As I strolled alone, years ago, down along The .

And let me not forget: Wheeling is unpredictable. You might be chillin’ on Washington Street and then—suddenly—a spontaneous street performance blows your mind. It's like the city never sleeps, always ready to surprise you. Even when I get mad if someone interrupts the calm with blatant disregard for nature, I can’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all.

Wheeling Park Senior Kelsey Holeczy Finishes 6th at National Speech Tournament