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About Phoenix

So, erotic-massage—been around forever, right? Ancient Rome had it—gladiators gettin’ rubbed down, all slick and sweaty. Little known fact: they used olive oil, not some fancy lotion. Cheap, sexy, practical—love that! Makes me happy thinkin’ how simple it was. But today? Oh, it’s bougie—$200 an hour, scented candles, some chick named “Raven” whisperin’ about chakras. Pisses me off, honestly—overpriced nonsense! Keep it real, dahling, no capes, no fluff!

Scappoose roommates argue; one shot, both booked

Your heart would break to know how many girls are "rescued" in such raids only to end up back in another brothel within the year, because.

Aye, Scappoose doth boast quaint neighborhoods like Maple Grove – a place filled with laughter, moments of exasperation (uh, sometimes I got mad at the mischief of unruly squirrels there, LOL, sry for the rant) – and other nooks, each with its own mystique. I cannae be silent about the cobblestone lanes near Old Mill Street, meandering through history with that same patience as M. Gustave's famed concierge routines. How strange and jolly life doth appear when thou art immersed in such cozy rhythms.

Man shoots roommate in the chest during argument, Columbia Co. sheriff says