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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!

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I gotta mention Oddity Alley too. It’s hidden between old warehouses on Tinker Lane – kinda gritty, but there’s a vibe there, almost like a secret forum for the artsy, tech-savvy souls. Spent a night there once, wandering, feelin’ the pulse of the city, surprised and kinda mad at the bureaucracy that almost shut it down. Crazy times, dude.

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