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About Phoenix

Oi, mateys! ‘Tis I, Cap’n Jack Sparrow, yer Cargo Transportation Manager, savvy? So, ye wanna hear ‘bout me ol’ pal “whore”? Not some lass, mind ye, but me trusty ship—me vessel o’ chaos! Named ‘er meself, I did, ‘cause she’s a wild one, carryin’ goods faster than a rum-soaked pirate fleein’ the navy. Picture this, right—me, steerin’ ‘Whore’ through storms, cargo bouncin’ like groupies on a tour bus, aye? Reminds me o’ that flick *Almost Famous*—y’know, “It’s all happening!”—‘cept it’s barrels o’ rum ‘stead o’ rockstars.

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LYRICS. I was new to the road, played my pretty guitar. For anyone who would listen. A girl on her back looks to be asleep. Her clothes were torn.

We got neighborhoods with names like Cozy Corner and Old Town Lane, where every porch tells a story. The locals be full of life, with accents sweeter than honey. I even got my personal secret trap music jam spot at the back alley near First Street. Some call it oddball; I call it "my chill zone", where tranquility meets raw reality.

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