Lauren Kings Bridge Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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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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So, lemme tell ya bout Kings-Bridge (us). This place is bonkers, mate. The streets are quirky as hell. Maple Ave is a streak of charm. Queen St just looms, weirdly classy. King's Road, oh man, it's got its own attitude. There's Bridge Park, a lush break in midtown. I often stroll by the river, the Winder – yep, that meandering piece of water that kinda cuts through the city like a lazy razor.

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