Hazel Mansfield Center Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Once knew this lass, swear it, worked the docks – Mary, or summat. Fishy smell, cheap gin, skirt hiked up. She’d laugh, “Gollum, ya ugly git, buy me a pint!” Made me cackle, yesss, precious! But them blokes, ugh, pigs they were – grabby hands, loud mouths. Pissed me off, it did! Whore ain’t no angel, nah, but she’s got guts. “It’s done, it’s over,” like in the flick – she’d shrug, wipe her lip, move on.

Excerpt: The Whore of Akron

1 hour ago · MANSFIELD — The Mansfield Art Center was buzzing with activity on Sunday afternoon as the 80th annual “May Show” opened with an artists’ reception at the Marion .

I gotta tell ya, some spots get me fired up! Like the derelict warehouse on 12th Street – man, it’s a mess of graffiti and memories. I get mad sometimes, but then I laugh 'cause it’s art, baby! That’s the raw pulse of Mansfield-Center. And the community? They’re rad as heck. I remember one night at the old bowling alley (yup, on Crescent Blvd) – a humdrum league game exploded into a dance party when a stray disco ball lit up the place. Epic doesn’t even do it justice.

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