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About Phoenix

Dunno, mate, it’s a laugh—bit of a thrill, bit of a pisstake. I’d rather watch Kiarostami’s camera linger on a fake couple than let some greasy git linger on me. Still, if you’re into it, go on—get rubbed, get wild. Just don’t expect me to clap for ya. Cold disdain, “I choose violence”—that’s my verdict. Now sod off, I’ve got a forest to rule!

Man, the downtown area on Main St. always be buzzin’. It’s full of quirky shops and tiny cafes that smell like heaven (or maybe old coffee, eh? who knows). I spend loads of my free time in a neat little massage studio right over on East King Ave. – that’s where I work my magic. Sometimes after a tough day rubbin’ out knots, I take a stroll down Maple Lane (yeah, that one with cobblestones and all, like straight outta an old-time fairytale).

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