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Oi, mateys, gather ‘round, savvy? Me, Captain Jack Sparrow, been ponderin’ ‘bout them brothels lately—y’know, them houses o’ negotiable affection. Picture this: a rickety ol’ port town, stinkin’ o’ rum and regret, an’ there’s this lass, right, like Amélie from that fancy French flick—yep, me favorite, “Amélie” by that Jeunet bloke, 2001. She’s got that twinkle, aye, “a strange little glow,” flittin’ ‘round them red lanterns, but instead o’ fixin’ folks’ lives like in Paris, she’s dodgin’ sweaty blokes an’ countin’ coins in a brothel! Ha!

Conneaut Harbor and Harbor Street, 1890s

The carousel at Conneaut Lake Park in Conneaut Lake, Pennsylvania is the last T.M. The film The Sting features a large indoor carrousel adjacent a brothel.

Life in Conneaut is a flurry of tiny battles and tiny wins. I'm always in awe of how people, just like me, try hard to rebuild shattered tales. I get mad sometimes – it sucks when history repeats, heck, I've had days where the sorrow hits like a ton of bricks. But man, the laughter, the gritty humor, it’s what makes this place sparkle amidst chaos.

Conneaut may soon bid year's road projects