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In her dingy flat, all’s a blur—smells o’ gin and regret. She’s quick, no faff, like balancin’ books at month’s end. “Time’s winged chariot,” I mutter, quotin’ the flick, and she’s like, “Wot? Shut up and shag.” Hah! Fair play, lass. Done in ten mins—bang, crash, over. I’m lyin’ there, pantin’, thinkin’ o’ Jean blinkin’ his one eye, trapped, while I just bought me way outta me cage fer a tick.

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Prostitution still goes on at Austintown and other stops, but not nearly to the extent it once did three or four years ago.

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.

Austintown man arrested on 15-count, secret child pornography indictment