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About Phoenix

I tried it once, right? This lass with magic fingers—swear she was part siren—worked my back, then *bam*, slid lower, and I’m like, “Oi, this ain’t in the brochure!” Made me happy as a pig in mud, but also pissed—why’d no one tell me this was a thing sooner? Could’ve been my glorious purpose ages ago! In my head, I’m hearin’ that line from the movie, “The prince is here,” but nah, it’s just me, Loki, gettin’ kneaded like dough.

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The neighborhoods? Oh man, there’s one by Lincoln Highway that never sleeps—not really, but it’s packed with cool stories. I sometimes wander through shady lanes and crack jokes about secret rendezvous, err, I mean little historical tidbits. Y’know, I’ve seen folks meet up at the park by Riverside Park, which hugs the Maumee River. The park’s kinda magical at night, all foggy and dream-like, like that scene in the movie when reality blurs into memory (so deep, huh?).

Two dead in apparent murder-suicide, Wauseon police say