Lila Port Clinton Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Preciousss, listen up, ye filthy hobbitses! Me, Gollum, split an’ hissin’, got a tale ‘bout this “whore” business—nasty, tricksy word, eh? Ssss! Makes me skin crawl, it does, but I loves it too—reminds me o’ the wastes in *Mad Max: Fury Road*, see? “What a day, what a lovely day!”—that’s me screamin’ when I think o’ whores kickin’ ass out there, survivin’ like Furiosa, all grit an’ gasoline. Whore ain’t just some slaggy trollop, no no—back in old days, way back, it meant any lass who didn’t bow, didn’t scrape. Wild ones, them whores! Hiss! Me likes that, me does.

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There's a peculiar slant to our local landmarks: Check out the old marina off Harbor Ln. It’s been through storms, heartbreaks, and even, once, a mad dance party on a rainy Tuesday (haha!). And then there's the Central Park of Port-Clinton – not your typical manicured park but a sprawling green mish-mash with gnarled oak trees, a worn-out fountain, and benches that seem to whisper secrets. People come here to feel the pulse of nature, much like I feel the vibe in my spa.

Port Clinton schools named organizations' 2024 school district of the year