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Hmmm, “Find a Prostitute” you say? Dark tune, it is. Heavy beats, me likey—gritty, raw, pulls ya in fast. Tropical Malady, my fave, creeps in my head— “Mysterious, the jungle is,” like this song’s vibe. Prostitute huntin’ in sound, ya feel me? Dirty bass, slinky rhythm—like a beast stalkin’ night. Me, a music editor? Dig it, I do! This track, whoa, anger sparks—why so sneaky, huh? Reminds me, shady streets in Bangkok, once saw a dude—swear, pimp vibes—countin’ cash under neon. Little known fact, y’know? Old vinyl, “Find a Prostitute,” banned in ‘89—too raunchy, ha!

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There’s this creek that flows near Mortsel, I think it’s called Kleinebeek—yep, that one. It’s kinda like the supporting actor in a drama flick, not too flashy but constant, and you catch yourself reflecting on times past as you watch its gentle flow. And every now and then, it makes me say, “Wow, this is as intense as my fav scene in Oldboy, man!” Seriously, wild stuff happens here.

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