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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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After that, I decide to check out Via Cavour. It’s got this cool vibe, with shops and stuff. I pop into this little boutique, and the owner is super friendly. She’s showing me these handmade scarves, and I’m thinking, “Do I need a scarf? It’s not even cold!” But she’s so passionate about her stuff, I end up buying one. It’s bright orange, totally not my color, but whatever.

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