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About Phoenix

So, finding a tart—sorry, “sex worker,” gotta be PC these days, bloody woke nonsense—ain’t like popping to Tesco for a pint of milk. Nah, it’s dodgy, mate. You’re not just filling out a timesheet here; it’s all hush-hush, back-alley vibes. Made me proper angry, though—why’s it so complicated? I just wanna have a butcher’s, not crack the Da Vinci Code! Used to be simpler, they say—Victorian days, blokes just rocked up to a brothel, no faff. Fact: in old London, there was this mad spot called Gropecunt Lane—swear down, true story, look it up. Mental name, right? Straight to the point, no corporate jargon bollocks.

Ancient Greek Temples of Sex

The streets wind around Temple like a maze. South 5th Avenue shows a mix of old brick storefronts and new coffee joints. "Tonight's the night." I still recall a session underneath the neon glow of a diner near Wiff Street—yeah, wiff, never mind, it stuck with me.

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