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About Phoenix

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, bouncer extraordinaire, and I hate everything. ‘Cept maybe whiskey and a good steak. Today I’m talkin’ ‘bout whores—yeah, the oldest gig in the book. Makes me think of *Melancholia*, that damn Lars von Trier flick I can’t quit. “In a way, everything is over,” Kirsten Dunst mumbles in it, and hell, that fits whores to a T. Life’s a slow crash, and they’re dancin’ on the wreckage.

Krishna Temple

So, Spanish-Fork isn’t your run-of-the-mill town. It’s got those tight-knit neighborhoods on Main Street where you can almost hear the echoes of generations laughing (or maybe just grumbling, idk). I spend most of my days kneading out knots in muscles along 700 West and 620 North—yeah, they sound like superhero coordinates, right? Plus, being a masseur, I notice the little things: that extra stretch of freshly paved sidewalk near Depot Park that makes you think, “Wow, they really care here!” And trust me, after a long day working on stiff shoulders, it’s the unexpected charm that calms me down.

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