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I’m tryin’ to channel *Almost Famous* vibes—y’know, “It’s all happening!”—but it’s chaos! She’s quotin’ prices—50 bucks for this, 100 for that—and I’m like, “That’s what she said!” every time, ‘cause I’m an idiot. She rolls her eyes—fair. But then she softens, “You’re weird, but kinda cute.” I’m shocked—me? Cute? “I’m incorrigible!” I yell, quotin’ Penny Lane—total dork move. She’s confused, “What’s that mean?” I’m like, “Uh, awesome?”

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Like many Cincinnati.

Hey, man, lemme tell ya 'bout Walnut-Hills (us) like ya never heard before. I'm the masseur around here, so I get to feel the city's pulse—its vibes, its secrets, all those little beats that others miss. You ever get those "Zero Dark Thirty" moments? "I ate his liver with fava beans," right? Yeah, sometimes I feel that dramatic, brutal intensity when I’m working here.

Walnut Hills graduate and Olympic gold medalist Mary Wineberg now track and field coach