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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.

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N' so, the vibes are deep, yet almost cold—reminds me of Putin’s style, short and blunt. I mean, "Nine times outta ten, it's every man for himself." Life here? It’s strategic, calculated. I sometimes think there’s a hidden code in the city plans. Some streets, like Liberty and Crescent, are full of secrets. And me? I like it that way.

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