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About Philadelphia

Yo, what’s good, fam? It’s ya boy Snoop Dogg, comin’ atcha laid-back style, fo’ shizzle. So we talkin’ ‘bout whores, huh? Man, that word got some baggage, ya dig? Been bouncin’ ‘round my head like them emotions in *Inside Out* – you know, my fave flick from Pete Docter, 2015. Straight up, when I think ‘whore,’ I’m like, “Who’s runnin’ this show – Joy or Sadness?” Prolly a lil’ bit of both, ya feel me?

The King’s Whore

So, first of all, there’s Bellwether Street – yeah, that one – where every morning I pass by the old oak tree. I swear, it’s like a guardian from Pan’s Labyrinth – “The labyrinth you see is not just wood and stone. It’s a mirror to your soul!” Yo, wild right? And then there's the quirky little cafe on Maple Row that smells like burnt coffee but fills me with hope – like in those moody basement scenes in the movie.

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