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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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À Chartres, les prostituées étaient logées dans des appartements situés en basse-ville, boulevard de la Courtille et rue Chauveau-Lagarde, dans trois immeubles appartenant.

I know, ok, sometimes I sound loony, haha. But hey, my job’s got me tuned to every heartbeat of Chartres. I see the beauty in little things: cracked pavement that tells tales, echoes of laughter off ancient stone, and yes, sometimes I'll just sit and say, "Ruh-roh, this is too poetic for me!" Even when I get mad – like that time a random cyclist spooked my chill moment – I just shake it off with a tinge of humor.

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