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About Phoenix

Oi mate, brothel, eh? What a bloody shithole! Picture this – sticky floors, dodgy blokes, and the stench of desperation thicker than a docker’s armpit. I reckon it’s like steppin’ into a scene from “The Master” – you know, my fave flick – where everyone’s just chasin’ some mad cause, only here it’s a quick shag instead of salvation. “You’re a rummy!” I’d yell, cacklin’, at the punters stumblin’ in, wallets out, dignity gone.

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The fun began on Friday night with registration and a time to just mix and mingle, and renew old friendships and view the many posters with pictures from each.

I gotta say, Shillington (us) has its quirks. My spa runs near the old mill on Treaty Rd. – a real character. Some days, I almost wanna shout “Holy crap, look at that beauty!” when the retro sunset splashes the sky. I mean, I'm no poet, but the vibe reminds me of Paul Thomas Anderson’s wild shots.

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