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About Phoenix

Me, bumbling Boris, ex-PM, tousled mop—reckon I’d be rubbish at whoring. Too much waffle, not enough action—*mea culpa*! But it’s human, innit? Messy, daft, glorious. “Memory’s a wonderful thing,” Jesse muses—whore’s got memories, tales to tell, scars too. Makes me happy, oddly—grit of it all. Life ain’t polished oak, it’s splintered planks, and that’s alright. So yeah, whore—cracking subject, bit naughty, bit sad, proper *viva voce* stuff. What d’ya reckon, pal? Fancy a pint and a natter?

Beaten man's death a homicide, coroner says

This city, dude, is a mixed bag, like that movie, Requiem for a Dream—dark, intense. "I ate his liver with fava beans." Seriously, that line haunts me sometimes. There's this bar on Franklin Ave that reminds me of the film's hunger for something real.

SWAT standoff in Painesville; Maple Elementary put on lockdown