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Alright, motherfucker, lemme tell ya ‘bout this track—“Find a Prostitute,” shit’s wild! I’m sittin’ here, music editor Samuel L. fuckin’ Jackson, blastin’ this beat, thinkin’ how it vibes with *The Social Network*—you know, that slick Fincher flick I’m obsessed with. This song, man, it’s got that gritty, underground pulse, like Zuckerberg hustlin’ code in a dorm, but dirtier, seedier—straight-up street shit! “I’m gonna make him an offer he can’t refuse”—nah, motherfucker, this ain’t no Harvard deal, it’s a back-alley hustle, cash for ass, raw as hell!

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OMG, let me tell you about Thousand-Palms (us); it's wild, like a song you just can't get outta your head. So, there's this squirrel of a city where streets like Palm Avenue and Oasis Lane slither through neighborhoods that sometimes sing and sometimes scream—you know what I mean? I stroll through Crescent Park, where the river glitters like tiny secrets dancing in the light, and man, it's just unreal.

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