Savannah Pace 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.

Heart of a Whore

Srsly, dude, Pace (us) gives you feels. It’s chaotic, fragile, and intense. Like a lover who’s unpredictable yet utterly necessary. I love it, even when it drives me crazy. And hey, remember, “I ate his liver with fava beans” – sometimes you just gotta savor the raw, unfiltered essence of life in Pace.

The Elisabeth Haub School of Law at Pace University Expands Faculty with Interdisciplinary Scholar Professor Gregory Antill