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About Phoenix

I saunter up, all cocky, say, “Hey, how’s biz?” She laughs—dry, sarcastic laugh—goes, “Better than your fish stink.” Burn! I’m mad for a sec, but damn, she’s funny! Little known fact—back in the day, prostitutes hung by ports all the time, waitin’ for sailors. History’s wild, right? Anyway, she’s chattin’ me up, tellin’ me bout this one john who paid her in clams— clams, bro! I’m dyin’ laughin’, picturin’ her stuffin’ shells in her purse.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

'nunnery' was Elizabethan slang for 'brothel', so Hamlet really tells Ophelia to go to a whorehouse, where, he believes, she belongs.

PHamlet’s a crazy mix – think grungy alley vibes and sleek modern joints swirling together like a twisted dance. Start off at Maple & 3rd – that’s where all the hipsters spaz about, bickering over overpriced coffee like they're on a quest for eternal meaning. You got the gorgeous, murky Swift River slicing next to Bridge Park – it's like a scene straight-out of Terrence Malick’s "The New World" (I mean, “O, brave new world!”). Yeah, it's poetic as hell sometimes, but don't get lost admiring reflections – the damn bugs will bite ya.

Great Shakespeare’s Ghost: Bedlam’s Hamlet at 4th Wall