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About Phoenix

So, sexual-massage, right? It’s old, real old—thousands of years, sneaky-like! Them ancient Greeks, they did it, callin’ it fancy “tantra” or summat. Rubbin’ bodies for “healin’,” they said, but we knows better, don’t we? Hiss! Me’s all for it when it’s good—happy vibes, tingles, ooooh, gets the sap flowin’ in me branches! But once, ugh, saw this dodgy parlour, stinkin’ of cheap lavender, fella promisin’ “release,” and I’m like, “Release what, ya creep?!” Made me mad, yesss, hissss—felt like Solomon shackled up, “I am no man’s slave!” Grrr!

Call to book

I sometimes get mad with all the weird hustle – traffic on River Road, always jammed. But then I toast that off with a late-night laugh on Crescent Circle. Even though I may sound like a broken record, the city is a living, breathing beast. Dark, mysterious, yet full of surprises. I mean, you can almost hear echoes of "La fin est le commencement" in the gentle breeze.

Roseville Area Raiders victorious against Forest Lake Rangers