Topless waitresses. Jelly wrestling. Girls girls girls! As a kid, I'd always press my nose up against the car window when we drove past the Oxford Tavern. The neon lights seemed like they were winking their enticements when we stopped at the lights. My parents would always laugh and say it was highly ironic that the police station was just across the road.
That all changed late last year when
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