Last week at a stoplight on East Fayette
A bum knocked on my window…I glanced at him and rolled it down.
He flashed his toothless smile and said “your mother’s my woman!”
Things like that make me love Baltimore.
A bum knocked on my window…I glanced at him and rolled it down.
He flashed his toothless smile and said “your mother’s my woman!”
Things like that make me love Baltimore.
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