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About New York City

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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I luv this city, even tho sometimes it be a hot mess. Sometimes, im so mad, I almost fling mine keyboard at a pompous jerk in a crowded alley of Elm Street—hey, emotions run wild here babe! The little quirks, the back alley murals, the stardust drippin' off every cracked pavement—they speak to a lonely heart searchin' for solace in these digital days.

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