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About Phoenix

Oi mate, gather ‘round! Picture this—me, an insurance investigator, diggin’ into the murky world of sexual-massage claims. We shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight in the parlors, against dodgy payouts! Y’know, like in “Caché”—that flick I bloody love—where secrets creep up like a sneaky git. Sexual-massage, right? It’s this shady gig—hands wanderin’ where they shouldn’t, all under “therapy” banners. Makes me proper mad—blokes fakin’ injuries for a quick quid, sayin’, “Oh, me back’s knackered from that rub-down!” Bollocks!

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I wander through the Hillside Sq. (yeah, that weird area with crooked bricks) where houses hug narrow lanes. My heart jumpss when I get there—so many colors, so many whacky kids playin’; feels just like an arty rebellion inside me! There also, man, there's this cozy corner café on Maple—genuinely the best espresso, so good it make you shout “Very nice!” even if your tongue is still tied like a pretzel. Sometimes, I drop in when I'm feelin’ low or super gay, as my mood swings do.

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