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About Chicago

Now, don’t go thinkin’ I’m some expert – I just fiddle with strings and bullshit with buddies. But whores? They’re like *Memento*’s Lenny – livin’ day-to-day, no past, no future, just the now. “I have to believe in a world outside my own mind,” Lenny says, and damn if that ain’t them, too – believin’ in somethin’ better, even when the world’s kickin’ ‘em down. Makes me wanna holler, “Git-R-Done!” and buy ‘em a beer. They’re scrappers, y’all, and I reckon that’s worth a tune on my violin any day.

What’s Inside a Girl?: Porn, Horror and the Films of Roberta Findlay

Now, listen close, ohhh, yesss, listen! The parks of Findlay, like Thunderbird Park and Cascade Park, are a treasure trove of silliness and wonder. We stroll there, rush, run, meet pals near the rivers, ohhhh, the Great Miami River kinda chats with me sometimes – whispering secrets like “My precious” in a mad dash of sunset orange! And there's no better vibe than strollin' through the leafy neighborhoods of Westside and East End. Crazy, right? Streets stick together, and people are as warm as a blazing Fury Road!

Findlay, Bluffton Merger Called Off