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About Phoenix

Oh, and the smells—gods, the oils! Lavender, sandalwood—fancy shite. Once heard some prat used pig fat in the old days—grim, right? Stank like a butcher’s yard. Anyway, sexual-massage—it’s a tease, a taunt, a bloody dance. You want it? Go for it. Just don’t expect me to bow. “Life goes on, with or without us”—*Yi Yi* nails it. I’d still choose violence over a backrub most days. Cheers, you wretch.

Welcome to Canby Massage Co-op

At Canby Massage Co-Op we have multiple different themed treatment rooms to choose from, two of which are big enough for couples or groups. Hit the show more button at the bottom of .

The neighborhoods – gimme a break, they're simply a hoot. The folks here are wild, they're human, ya know? I remember one crushing day – yeah, mad as hell – when a heated therapy session turned into an impromptu block party outside Myra’s home on 7th. Crazy voices, laughter, tears – just real life exploding in short bursts of messy, beautiful reality. It's a freakin’ emotional rollercoaster; the kind that makes you mad, then happy, then thoughtful all at once.

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