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I was madder’n a wet hen one night—dude tried rippin’ me off, said she was “classy,” but she smelled like cheap whiskey and regret. Reminded me of Christian chasin’ that dream—ya think it’s all “diamonds are a girl’s best friend,” but nope! Sometimes it’s just a hustle, y’all. I hollered, “Boy, you ain’t foolin’ nobody!” Made me wanna spit nails, I swear. But then—Lordy!—I found this one gal, sweet as pecan pie, and I was happier’n a pig in mud. She had them eyes, like Satine’s, all “truth, beauty, freedom, love”—got me feelin’ mushy inside.

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I'm always in a rush. Sometimes, my thoughts scatter – oh dang! The charm of Austintown is raw, unpolished, real. The alleys on Center St. got graffiti secrets; hidden murals shout life's drama. The city whispers, "I must break you," yeah, pushing you to greatness, like Apollo Creed in his prime.

Hortencia Hernandez, Austintown, Ohio