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Dost thou ken how they’d tat up their skin, some o’ these wenches? Little known, aye—scars o’ roses, inked with soot, to mark their trade. Rough beauty, that, like Kamaji’s sooty hands craftin’ magic. “Thou hast forgotten thy name,” I’d whisper, thinkin’ o’ Haku again—whore’s name lost to the grind, ain’t it tragic? Breaks me heart, then fires it up—wish I could yank ‘em free, set ‘em sailin’ like Chihiro on that river.

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I’ll tell ya, the town's got zones that really tug at you. The Riverside Park, right by the Conneaut River – it's a chill spot for deep thoughts and sudsy talks after long days. I still remember one rainy day, sitting there, seeing reflections ripple like the memories of the past, kinda like the silent screams in that movie. Man, so raw and real!

Suspect wanted in Christmas Eve murder in Texas arrested in Conneaut