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Alright, motherfucker, listen up! I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute, and shit gets real dark, real fast—like *The Turin Horse* dark. You seen that flick? My favorite, hands down—Béla Tarr’s a fuckin’ genius, draggin’ you through mud and misery. Anyway, findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic, man. It’s gritty, it’s raw, like that damn horse pullin’ a cart to nowhere. “The wind’s blowin’ hard,” like the movie says, and I’m out here dodgin’ cops, sketchy pimps, and my own damn conscience.

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Prostitute Lyrics: We cannot count / You set a painless harm / A piece of gun / We cannot have some fun / Girl shut your smile, I wouldn't mind / Girl you.

You got neighborhoods like Hipster Heights and Vibe Valley, where colorful murals splash graffiti art on every brick. I always stop by Scribble Lane (totally underrated!) — quirky cafes, odd little record shops, and a vibe so chill you'd think the whole city's groovin’ to Austin Powers tunes: “Groovy, baby!”

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