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About Phoenix

Oi, mate, it’s me—Bond, James Bond, suave as fuck, “shaken, not stirred.” So, brothel, yeah? Dirty little joints, aren’t they? Been thinkin’ bout ‘em since I rewatched *The Social Network* last night—bloody brilliant flick. “You don’t get to 500 million friends without makin’ a few enemies,” right? Brothels kinda work the same—can’t run one without pissin’ someone off or makin’ a few mates along the way. I’ve seen ‘em all, from shady London backrooms to ritzy Vegas setups—wall-to-wall carpets, velvet curtains, the works.

Eliot's 'Sweeney Erect' Revisited

Eliot Spitzer was yesterday cast into the wilderness after he resigned as governor of the state of New York in the wake of a prostitution.

Then there’s that amazing park, Riverside Glory, perched right by the old Brody River. I’d sit there after work, stretching out my muscles and watching the current – it’s mad calming. And yo, I gotta mention the secret gem: Westport Alley. Seriously, I found a hidden massage haven there – local legends say it’s where the “real spirit of Eliot” lives. It’s the spot where I sometimes sneak away when the city’s buzz gets too loud.

Mike Reiss: Mike Vrabel and Eliot Wolf have shown they can come together