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About Phoenix

Still, some creeps ruin it. Sleazy parlors givin it a bad rap — ugh, makes me wanna carve em up. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I mutter, picturin their smug faces. But when it’s done right? Heaven, man. Pro tip: warm oil’s the key, none of that cold crap. And if they throw in a happy endin — well, who’s complainin? “What’s left is what matters,” Varda’d say, and I’m left feelin like a king. So, yeah, sexual-massage? Messy, sexy, fuckin glorious. Try it, ya won’t regret it — or maybe ya will, ha!

JOHN LEE HOOKER

Oh, oh, and then there's this quirky spot near the corner of Salem St and Parkwood Rd. I spent like hours there imaginein' the city’s history. Totally wrong but so cool. I used to sometimes think “what if this whole city was like a giant body, and its streets were the veins?” Crazy, though kinda deep – like the vibe of Oppenheimer’s flick, right? "It's like we're all, like, actors in a larger narrative."

I was a skeptic until I tried these game-changing irons