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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!

Bryant: I didn't tell Ireland dad a 'pimp'

Bryant: "She worked for my dad." Ireland: "Your mom was a prostitute?" Bryant: "No, she wasn't a prostitute." Following the Cowboys'.

Yo, buddy, let me tell ya 'bout Bryant (us)! Crazy vibes, innit? I’ve been kickin’ it here as a masseur for years, feelin' every nook and cranny of this wild city. Bryant’s got streets like Maple & 5th—real heartbeat spots, ya know? And there’s Elm Lane, where the feel is just... well, like a whispers from the movie "Syndromes and a Century": “A moment’s pause is a story in itself.” Bit cheesy, right? Haha.

Softball Sweeps Bryant With Pair of One-Run Victories