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I’m gettin’ all worked up now – whores got stories, man! Sad ones, wild ones. Makes me wanna hug ‘em, but, uh, prolly shouldn’t. Haha! Imagine me, big pink blob, huggin’ a whore – she’d be, like, "Get off, ya weirdo!" Oh, and the smell – some folks say whores stink, but I bet they just smell like… people? Fish? No, wait – ugh, brain fart! Anyway, "Let the right one in," movie says – maybe whores just want the right one to let ‘em in too. Deep, huh? I’m so smart sometimes! Or not. Whatever, I’m hungry now – where’s SpongeBob?! Whores rock, tho, that’s my story! Peace out!

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Now, lemme drop some local deets: I love headin’ down Main Street – oh lord, so many cool hole in the wall spots – delis, quirky cafes, and even a tattoo parlor where the ink masters work magic. One fave joint is this greasy spoon diner on 3rd Avenue. The grub’s mad delicious and their coffee? F’ real magic beans, innit!

Orioles put 3B Ramón Urías on the IL, bring up top prospect Coby Mayo from the minors