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About Phoenix

I see it clear, sharper than most. Streets crawl with ‘em, eyes dead, souls gone. Once knew this chick, Natasha, real firecracker, till some pimp broke her. Pissed me off, weak men ruinin’ good stock. She’d laugh, “Vlad, I’m cash, not a corpse!” Bullshit, she was dyin’ slow. Whore’s a grind, not a choice, don’t kid yerself.

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Correction: It's a album about the death of the musicians wive. So he sings from his own experience. Recorded in the room where his wive died.

I’ve learned a lot in my pleasure coach gig about more than just the body, y’know? A place like Moses-Lake teaches you the art of slow livin', the magic of hidden nooks and honest souls. Every street, every park, even every rusty bench, has got a story. And trust me, under that low hum and chill vibe, there’s a whole universe of passion, raw and unfiltered.

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