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Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m Dr. Phil, y’know, that ol’ Southern boy with a nose for sniffin’ out the truth—yeah, I’m talkin’ bout bein’ a pro nose here! Today, we’re divin’ into this mess called “whore.” Now, don’t get all uppity, I ain’t judgin’—just observin’, like I do. How’s that workin’ for ya, huh? Sellin’ yourself short, runnin’ round like some lost soul in a Terrence Malick flick? Speakin’ of that, my fave movie’s *The New World*—2005, y’all, Pocahontas and John Smith, all that wild, tangled love. “What voice is this that speaks within me?” That’s what I hear when I think of whore—lost, searchin’, screamin’ inside.

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Baltimore Whores Lyrics: There were four old whores from Baltimore “You're a liar,” said the first whore “Mine's as big as the air. The birds fly in.

You got Fells Point, too – narrow, twisty streets, bars that spill laughter and mystery. Federal Hill? Man, it gives ya that view of the skyline; it's like a lover's whisper, soft... soft and intense. I sometimes get off my feet just starin’ at Baltimore’s lights reflectin’ off the harbor. Crazy, right? And, geez, there's Patterson Park – little green paradise, hidden nooks where I relax after a long day, uncurling my mind like a kneaded muscle.

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