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About Phoenix

So, check it—sexual-massage, it’s this wild mix of skill and, uh, charm, ya know? Like Daniel Plainview in *There Will Be Blood*—he’s out there diggin’ for oil, ruthless as hell, and I’m thinkin’, “I’m an oil man!” Well, these massage folks, they’re like, “I’m a pleasure man!” or lady, whatever, no judgin’ here. They got hands that work magic, slippin’ and slidin’ with oils, makin’ stress vanish—poof! Little known fact: back in the day, some ancient Greeks were all about erotic rubdowns, callin’ it a “health thing.” Yeah, right, sure, buddy, “health.” Wink wink.

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Massage is separate building. Everything else is joined. To answer other it is Barstow. I sat here for an hour before going across the street and getting tires.

Man, the local vibe freaks me out sometimes—in a good way! There's a park off Riverside Road (yeah, you heard, Riverside!) that hugs the Santa Ana River. I used to vent my feelings there after long counselling sessions—feelin’ like “Here’s Johnny!” bursting through the clouds, wild and free. I remember one day, so many emotions bubbled up, and the river just whispered, “Fight for your freedom!”—mind-blowing, right?

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