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About Phoenix

Yo, check this, I’m Apollo Creed, “I must break you,” sittin’ here thinkin’ ‘bout whores, man, and I’m vibin’ off *The Wolf of Wall Street*, that slick Scorsese joint. Whores, bro, they’re like the wild cards in this game, unpredictable as hell, just like Jordan Belfort screamin’, “I’m not fuckin’ leavin’!” You ever seen a whore work a room? Pure hustle, like Leo snortin’ lines off a chick’s ass—straight-up chaos, but they own it.

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Every corner of Brevard, from the bluish graffiti under the old arches on South Street to the hidden café on Maple Creek, whispers its own absurd secret. Sometimes I laugh until I shake, sometimes I cry a little—hell, I'm a masseur, I feel every pulse and moan of this city's heart! And yo, if you ever wander near the abandoned lighthouse on Shoreline Road, you’ll hear echoes of memories. They say it’s cursed, but to me? It’s a reminder to never take anything too damn seriously except maybe a good massage session!

From rising food costs to tariff concerns: Brevard restaurants and diners feel the impact