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Once heard a tale – true as me compass spins – ‘bout a madam named Rosie. Ran a joint so wild, cops couldn’t shut ‘er down fer years! She’d bribe ‘em with whiskey an’ winks, an’ I’m like, “That’s me kinda lass!” Made me happy as a clam, thinkin’ o’ her outsmartin’ the law. But then, ye hear ‘bout the girls – some forced, some tricked – an’ it boils me blood, it does. “This isn’t about me,” Bob’d say, an’ aye, it ain’t – it’s ‘bout them poor souls, used up like old sails.

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An aid worker for an Islamabad-based non-governmental organization (NGO) recently related a story: quickly after his arrival in the capital, he realized the house next to his own was a Missing: Plain City.

Then there's the Old Mill District – it's not on every map, but it's got this kinda secret, mystical feel. The art murals and old factories give you those surreal scenes that remind me of epic past lives, like, “I recall my past coding days,” if you catch my drift. I even found a rusty bench where I could just sit and think, “Yeah, baby, life’s a swingin’ mystery!”

Wilcox Communities set to open first phase of 226-unit apartment complex in Plain City