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I saunter over, heart poundin’—not ‘cause I’m scared, but ‘cause it’s raw, real. “How much?” I grunt. She smirks, “Depends, big guy.” Cheeky as hell—love it. Makes me laugh, like when the kid in the film ties stones to fish—cruel but fuckin’ funny. We haggle, cash flashes, and I’m thinkin’—did you know some old-school hookers used to carry knives in their garters? Fact. 1800s shit. Kept ‘em safe from jackasses. Wonder if she’s packin’.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

A Boardman man appeared in court Tuesday to answer felony charges for allegedly using the state's crime computer to look up information.

Okay so, Boardman ain't no big metropolis, but it's got its own magic. There’s Main St. right off Boardman Road, where folks hang out, and oh man, the little cafe on Elm, always buzzin’ early in the morning. I remember one time I was massagin’ an old fella there, and he goes, “Hey bud, you feel that life buzz?” Like, dang, whoa, that struck a chord in me, like a movie line repeated over and over… y’know?

Marilyn Jane Polzin-Boardman (Petersen)