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About Phoenix

But—ugh—some dodgy parlors piss me off! Greasy palms, no skill, chargin’ a fortune—makes me wanna say, “We’re done here,” like Bigelow’s CIA lass. Once had this bird, hands like velvet, knew every knot—thought I’d died and gone to MI6 heaven. Surprised me, she did—didn’t expect a neck rub to feel *that* naughty. Pro tip: it’s all bout the tease, slow build, not some rushed job.

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I gotta mention Wilson Park – my secret haunt. Sit on that creaky bench near the duck pond and spill your guts. It's raw, like biting into a lemon when you expected a cookie. There’s this hidden trail that I discovered one pissed-off day; its off-road vibes reminded me of that line in "Ten": “Everything is ephemeral.” (Sounds deep, right?) I swear, one day the trees whispered, “Don't trust love.” And I laughed, 'cause hell, it’s true!

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