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So, I’m hip to this scene, yeah? Back in the ’60s, cats didn’t just *find a prostitute* – nah, it was a whole deal. You’d cruise the streets, all cool-like, maybe Soho or somethin’. Little factoid for ya – prossies back then had secret codes, man! Like, a red hanky in the window meant “open for business,” yeah, baby! Ain’t that wild? Made me happy as a lark, diggin’ that sneaky history.

Look at Your History

Parks? There's Pioneer Park. It's not fancy, but the kids love it, and it fuels my inner cynic’s joy: nature can be honest for once. Imagine trees greener than most people's motives. And then there’s Central Park. I often dread park picnics with families because, well, I'm full of snark. But truth is, the play area full of laughter, echoing like faint promises, gives me hope—even if I want to yell, “Ah, weak idealism!”

Lorain Metropolitan Housing Authority looks to build apartments on old Whittier, Lowell schools property