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About Phoenix

Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ erotic-massage today, yeah? Picture this: dimly lit room, oil slicker than my charm, hands slidin’ like they’re huntin’ bin Laden in *Zero Dark Thirty*. “The greatest manhunt in history,” they said—well, this is the greatest *handhunt*, innit? I’m a Consumption Psychologist now, dissectin’ why we crave this slippery goodness.

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I love wanderin’ into the lesser-known spots – that hole-in-the-wall joint on Fletcher Ave serves a curry that’ll slap you silly if you’re not prepared. And every now and then, when I’m giving a massage at my studio on Maple Crescent, I think back to "A History of Violence" – “What a life, isn’t it?” and then, bam, I’m smacked with a montage of every gory, raw moment life’s thrown at me in this blasted city.

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