there's something about cincinnati that just grabs me. maybe I'm fated to die there, maybe next time I go I'll find a gold brick, who the fuck knows? I feel like the kids I've met there are a big part of it. they have a bit of that fresno feel to them, the banding together of a small group where, even when they're pissed at each other, they're family, and even if they hate cincy, it's their home, and you better shut the fuck up about it. anyway. love those kids, love the town, here's some pictures.
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