Eliza Conneaut Whore ❤️

About Dallas

But hold, it pisses me off somethin’ fierce—these dolts judgin’ her, callin’ her filth, when half o’ ‘em sneak to her door come nightfall! Hypocrites, bah! I’d clout ‘em with a tankard, I would. Yet—stay thy rage, heart—there’s a spark o’ joy too. Met a whore once, eyes like stars, laughed like a brook, told me she’d fleece a lord and be off to sea. “I’m no piglet,” says she, bold as Chihiro facin’ Yubaba. Made me cheer, damn it—pluck in a pit o’ snakes!

Ashtabula History

Now for some photo's of the rest of the park. Here's the kiddie credit I didn't whore myself out on today. www.facebook.com

And oh boy, the community center on Maple Street, what a gem. Locals spill their guts here during group talks – I got a million stories from that place, poppin' off like neon lights. Sometimes I get all emotional, thinkin’ about people healing together like, no worries man, we’re in this ride together!

Conneaut Lake Cuisine being served in May