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About Phoenix

Little known fact – back in the ‘20s, these joints had secret tunnels. Prohibition shit, cops couldn’t catch ‘em! Imagine that, tunnels fulla booze and broads. Fuckin’ wild. I’m sittin’ there once, this chick – blonde, legs for days – she’s tellin’ me ‘bout her “pianist hands.” I’m like, “What, you play Chopin or somethin’?” She laughs, says, “No, Tone, I play *you*.” Ha! Fuckin’ smartass. Got me good. “The Pianist” line stuck, though – “In this place, I’m safe.” She said it jokingly, but it hit me. These girls, they run the show, y’know? Dudes think they’re in charge, but nah, it’s their world.

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Man, sometimes I’m pissed! Traffic near Coconut Gardens? Ugh, maddening, so slow, so hot! Then, outta nowhere, a cool breeze near Fruit & Spice Park – boom, happiness restored! I been thinkin’ a lot 'bout families and how they bond - like, each park bench on SW 8th Ave has like a secret family joke, ya know? And yeah, I rant sometimes, my brain spins tales – sample cheeky pranks with pet therapy sessions near the Everglades.

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