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About Phoenix

Oi, mateys, gather 'round, savvy? Me, Cap’n Jack Sparrow, been thinkin’ ‘bout somethin’ dark n’ twisted—like me mind after a rum binge. Findin’ a prostitute, aye? Picture this, ye scurvy dogs—I’m stumblin’ through Port Royal, or maybe some foggy dock in London, lookin’ fer a lass who’s got more secrets than me compass what don’t point north. “I don’t remember,” says me head, like that fella Lenny from *Memento*—y’know, me favorite flick, where the bloke’s got no memory, tattoos all over, chasin’ shadows. “Who am I?” he scribbles. Me? I’m chasin’ a skirt what trades love fer gold, savvy?

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Y'know, life's a mad, mad party here, and sometimes I get lost, lost in its mystic vibes and mistakes—16 misspelt feelings along every street, precious, but that's what makes it perfect, err, imperfectly real. I'm tellin ya, this city from PFerndale (us) is where your story gets rewritten by every heartbeat, every ding-dong on the door of opportunity.

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