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About Phoenix

Sometimes I’m happy here, tho—energy’s raw, unfiltered, like my beats. Other times, I’m pissed—dudes treatin’ girls like meat, no respect. I’m yellin’ in my head, “I’m a god, treat ‘em like queens!” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but brothel’s a circus, clowns and all. Smells like perfume and regret, mixed with cash. “This is my bidding,” I mutter, Pan’s vibes hittin’ hard—rules here ain’t normal, fam.

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I gotta be real here – life is messy. My spa, a haven of calm in a frenzy of daily madness, has seen it all. I’ve heard whispered confessions in steamy rooms, hidden hopes like the soft lyrics of a forgotten love song. Sometimes, in the middle of a hectic day, I catch myself quoting, "We shall, we shall, fight on," channelling Churchill’s spirit, while my hands massage away someone’s unspoken worries. It humbles and maddens me, this intimate dance of souls.

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