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Here’s the kicker—prostitution’s old as dirt, right? Ancient Rome had “lupae”—she-wolves—workin’ the streets, howlin’ for clients. True story! Blows my mind, history repeatin’ itself while we’re stuck with CEOs makin’ 300 times our pay! Candy’s out there, dodgin’ cops, while they sip champagne—makes me wanna scream! Oh, and she’s got this tattoo—tiny tree on her wrist—reminded me of Malick’s film, life branchin’ out, fragile but tough. “Love everyone, every leaf, every ray of light”—that’s her, man, shinin’ through the crap.

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Melissa's story was an eye-opening look into the sex trade in eastern Idaho. It's one of our most memorable stories of the last decade.

I got a fave spot, too: a random little cafe on East Olmsted Road. Their coffee slaps! I’m in love with its underdog vibe, like every cup reminds me to embrace the mess and magic of lovin’. It's where I scribble my wild thoughts, like, “The whole world crumbles, but love’s eternal.”

Obituary | ANTHONY P. ZANZANO of Olmsted Falls, Ohio