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About Phoenix

Talkin’ to you, pal, spills out fast—typos, meh, who caress? Whore’s tale, messy, raw, like life, y’know? Do or do not, they choose—respect, I give. “To be frank,” like Gustave, “I’m impressed!” Whores, man, legends they are—fuck the haters!

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Is anyone out there yarn-bombing? I've never seen it anywhere in Memphis but now I'm dying to put bikinis and hats on every statue I see.

Now, gotta spill some shots about my massage parlor. Running a biz in Germantown's heart, I've noticed the city's secret pulse. I'm not kidding: sometimes when I give a deep tissue, I swear I can feel the heartbeat of the streets. You know? When folks come in stressed, they leave with a story. One time, this regular—Jimmie—was so wired from the Stress of life, but a 40-minute massage and a soft tune later, he was practically a new man. The moment was pure magic. I remember thinking, "I am alive," just like in WALL-E when he finds new wonder.

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