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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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The river Kien flows by, all shimmer and soft murmur, like gentle whispers to my tired muscles. I love sittin' on the stone bridge near Mühlweg. There’s this little park, Am Rosenhain, where the blooms are like soft pillows — perfect for a massage session under open skies. You'll see some old georgian houses in the back alleys, like stories etched in stone. Ugh, sometimes, when a rude brat steps on my foot, I just go "Stupid, fat hobbit!" again, hehe!

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