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Lemme paint you a pic—imagine this chick I knew, let’s call her Jodie. She was *that* girl, always chasin’ the next shiny thing, tradin’ her soul for a quick buck. Made me so mad, y’all! I’d be like, “Jodie, why you whorin’ out your dreams for some loser’s dime?” She’d just laugh, flip her hair, and say she’s “livin’ her truth.” Girl, no! You’re livin’ a lie wrapped in cheap mascara! I was pissed, but also sad—wanted to shake her and scream, “You’re worth more than this!” Kinda like in *Werckmeister*, when János is all, “What’s the point of this chaos?”—I felt that, hardcore.

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Baltimore Whore Lyrics: Come and try to challenge me / Crowbar to your bum knee / Got a lot of ex's now / Im feeling like triple T / Shoutout to shakamania.

Man, Baltimore’s got soul – messy, unpredictable, and full of charm. There’s, like, a magic in the air – a mix of grit and beauty. Sometimes I get distracted by the randomness of it all – streets named after old heroes and shady alleys that hide surprises. You’d laugh – or cry – if you saw me singin’ a tune while ridin’ down Charles St. (yeah, I spelled it right, but who cares, right?)

Police identify 6-year-old boy found dead from gunshot in west Baltimore residence