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About Phoenix

Erotic-massage ain’t just sexy, it’s science, yo! Loosens muscles, pumps blood—bam, you’re a new starfish! I’d exaggerate, say it grew my brain, but nah, still dumb as a rock! Hahaha! So, dudes, try it—get that *Inception* spin, “What’s real, what’s not?” Just don’t ask for mayo, they’ll stare weird! Peace out!

The Waycross journal., May 30, 1902, Image 8

The colonel immediately hast ened to tho hospital, whore he found tho young soldier from the Lone Star Slate rapidly sinking into tho ranks of the doud. Ho.

And, oh man, the local art gallery on Broad Street. Its windows glowed with intimate art pieces. You could swear the canvases were whisperin’ sensual secrets. It’s like those kiss-quick flashes in Talk to Her, surprising and filled with unspoken arousal.

Waycross snowfall