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So, "Find a Prostitute" – prolly some underground jam, right? Bet it’s got those sleazy basslines, makin’ you feel dirty but hyped. I’m imaginin’ a story in there – dude’s prowlin’ streets, neon lights flashin’, lookin’ for that quick fix. Kinda like me hauntin’ the livin’, but with more desperation, ya dig? Lyrics probly got that snarl, “Discipline’s irrelevant now!” – perfect for that chaos vibe. Makes me wanna cackle – this ain’t no polished pop crap, it’s got soul, it’s got grime.

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From to , this notorious establishment operated as a house of prostitution, captivating the curiosity of locals and visitors alike. David Hodges brings.

Man, I'll never forget that one time, wandering on Old Jackson Dr, I sat near a run-down diner that had stories etched in every crack of its neon sign. Its vibe was chaotic but comforting. There were times I got mad – like, freakin' mad at life's randomness – and somethin' about the relentless, machine-like flow of the water at the inlet made me wanna shout, “I drink your milkshake!” not to be dramatic but as a cosmic catharsis.

A Murrells Inlet restaurant and arcade just permanently closed. Here’s what to know