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About Phoenix

Once had this chick, right? Masseuse with hands like a freakin angel. She’s rubbin me down, and I’m thinkin, “This is art, man.” Slow strokes, deep presses — got me hard as a rock and floatin at the same time. Little known fact: back in ancient Rome, they’d do this shit with olive oil and a side of orgy. True story! Called it “massage with benefits,” ya dig? Made me happy as a pig in shit, but then — bam! — she charged me double. Pissed me off, man, I was fumin. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I growled in my head, imaginin her boss on a platter.

Asia Pacific

I love hangin’ in Junction Way (a cool secret). People don't know about it, but it’s where old timers chat 'bout the old days. They say, "Everything you need is here," and damn, it rings so true. I got caught up in the beauty of it all. I even got a tattoo souvenir from my first gig there—crazy story, man.

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