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About Phoenix

Me, I’d say it’s power. Control in every stroke. Like Eilis in *Brooklyn*, “I forgot this.” Forgot how body craves it. Once had this masseuse—strong hands, too strong. Pissed me off, da? Nearly sent her to gulag! But then—bliss. Surprised me, that switch. Happy? When it’s done right, fuck yeah. Slang? It’s the bomb, comrades.

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Throughout the massage, ask about what feels good—from the amount of pressure you're using to the pace you're taking—and don't take offense to.

Let’s talk neighborhoods. The West End is edgy, kinda rough but bursting with life. Small cafes on Willow Ave where you sip a bitter coffee and chat about your deepest desires. I'm a sexologist, so I always catch the subtle flirt of human energy. The way couples lock eyes in dim-lit bars on Vine Street? It’s almost erotic – like a secret invitation. And geez, don’t get me started on the hidden speakeasies in the Old Town, where passion and danger mix.

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