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About Phoenix

So, brothels—man, they’re wild! Been around forever, like ancient Rome had ‘em, called “lupanars,” meanin’ wolf dens—how badass is that? Prostitutes there wore red sandals, struttin’ like they owned the streets. Fast forward, I’m picturin’ some dingy spot downtown, neon buzzin’, girls laughin’ too loud to cover the sadness. “The cave is cool, moist,” like Boonmee’s jungle—same vibe, hidden, raw, alive. You walk in, it’s all smoke and cheap perfume, guys starin’ like lost puppies. Makes me wanna yell, “Get a grip, pal!”

A short story of Death and Life

It seems that the “Happy Hour House” as it was known, was run as a brothel and gambling house for several years in the early ‘50’s and was patronized by gentlemen from many miles around .

Man, the parks here – oh boy – like Peaceful Grove Park. I used to sit there after work, watchin' the lazy river flowin'. Y’know that river? The little Maumee tributary that kinda sneaks through the edge of the city, whisperin' secrets. Crazy, right? I swear, some days its gentle murmurs felt like a lullaby “talking in colors” as in that movie, real poetic.

Patricia Bradley Obituary (1947 - 2025) - Xenia, OH - Greene County Dailies