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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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Right, so enter Clanton via Maple Street. Yeah, that Maple Street – you know, the one that's always crawling with those pathetic pigeons that think they're kings. Right next to Maple? Riverbend Park. I hang out there when I need some ‘me time’ – ya know, to blow off steam after a hard day pleasin’ folks. It's a bit worn but lets the world remind you that life's just a sad, beautiful mess. “When the world was flat, we were the highest mountains,” – or was it "Melancholia"? Ah well, you get the drift.

Luke Clanton’s next PGA Tour start to come at Cognizant Classic