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About Phoenix

I’m cruisin’ London, eyes peeled, thinkin’, *Where’s the talent at?* Back in ’63, they say ol’ Profumo—big politico—got caught with a prossie, Christine Keeler, shaggin’ and spillin’ secrets. History’s wild, mate! Makes me chuckle—spies and tarts, classic combo. Anyway, I spot her—red heels, fag hangin’ loose, leanin’ on a lamppost. “You lookin’ for a dance?” she says, all sassy. I’m like, *Bloody hell, she’s got Mia’s fire!*—that “I don’t need no one” vibe from *Fish Tank*.

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I am a second year PhD student in the Department of Sociology and recipient of an Economic and Social Research Council PhD Studentship ().

My massage parlor sits on Maple Street (yep, maple, like the syrup – sweet and sticky sometimes!), and I get all sorts of folks in here. I’ve seen the stressed-out business types, the free-spirited artists, and even that oddball always quoting lines like “I need a hit of hope!” Crazy, right? I swear, after a good massage, sometimes they left with their hearts lighter than air.

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