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About Phoenix

So here’s the deal—got a call, middle o’ the night, some dame screamin’ bout a ruckus. I roll up, cigar in mouth, thinkin’, “Great, another night in paradise.” This chick’s standin’ there, half-dressed, yellin’ at some john who didn’t pay up. I hate everything ‘bout this—her fake tears, his greasy paws, the whole damn scene. “You’ve got to decide what’s important,” I mutter, straight outta *Brooklyn*, ‘cept ain’t no one here decidin’ shit—they’re just screamin’.

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To start, order A Night at Whorehouse Point—a pound of steamed shrimp, a dozen clams, and a dozen oysters, served with corn on the cob and new.

Ah, buddy, lemme tell ya ’bout PPunta-Gorda (us), my wild stomping ground. I’m burdnded with glorious purpose, ya know? Streets twist, turn – like Broad St. where dat locals vibe hard. I once met a cool cat there. Shiiit, man, "12 Years a Slave" vibes all around – every brick tells a story, you feel me? “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” right? And trust me, so am I.

Punta Gorda’s Celtic Ray preps for St. Patrick’s Day bash