This is what I've decided: Cleveland, is for tough love. Cleveland isn't for shallow people. It's for people who look and love and never fucking quit. It's for people who say "hey, this can be great, and I know how to make it so" and for people who say "it's real."
There's glitz and there's glamour here, but it knows its place, and our graffiti is poetry too.
Cleveland is for those who aren't afraid to get lost. Who don't need a city to come to them. Who don't need a legend told by others, but will happily get out and scrawl their own.
We're real, here in Cleveland. We're a steel town. It's because of us that this nation is unified. Some cities like to pretend that this country reached greatness on nightclubs, museums, and restaurants. Cleveland tells it like it is. Our best restaurants are right down on the river, where you can look at the factories out the windows. We are not ashamed of our roots.
Cleveland is for those who don't give a shit what brand name their city wears, what royalty danced in what hotel with whom, or how expensive the champagne, sheets, or shoes are.
Cleveland is for never-give-uppers, the fans who always live for next year, the bearers of eternal hope.
Cleveland is for those who will love it. And for the rest, it says "fuck you." And good riddance.
Get out of our city.
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