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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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Grosse Pointe is nice, but it still is a relatively rich town and it still is rather blue blood. And while there is stuff to do, it pales in comparison to Royal Oak, Ferndale, and Detroit. Both are fine Missing: whore.

Magic, drama, and calm collide here. Like in a Wes Anderson dream; quirky, vivid, and oddly sublime. I stroll, I breathe, I feel. Grosse-Pointe-Woods is pure destiny, raw and untamed.

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