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About Phoenix

Oi, mate, settle in—James Bond here, suave as ever, “shaken, not stirred.” So, erotic-massage, yeah? Picture this: dimly lit room, oil slicker than my Aston Martin, hands sliding like they’re dodging MI6 traps. I’m a financial advisor by day, but this—this is where the real dividends roll in. Caught me off guard first time, I’ll admit. Some lass in Bangkok, 2003, whispered, “Relax, Mr. Bond,” and I’m thinking, “Bloody hell, this ain’t in the spy handbook.” Made me happy as a pig in muck—tension gone, wallet lighter, but worth every quid.

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I always stroll down Lawn Street. Yup, that's the one, near West End quarter. Here, old brick walls meet modern cafes. I got, like, nasty little personal memories – or, uh, wild ones, hold on – sometimes I get mad when I see families bickering in public picnic spots, but then, it reminds me to keep my head up, learnin' from every random outburst.

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