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So, this tune—prolly some lo-fi hip-hop or trap beat, right? Got them heavy bass kicks, makin’ my damn speakers shake, and some sleazy synths slidin’ in like a pimp’s pinky ring flashin’. Lyrics? Bet they’re talkin’ ‘bout cruisin’ neon-lit corners, scopin’ for that late-night trade—shit’s real, not some polished radio crap. Reminds me of that *Social Network* line, “You don’t get to 500 million friends without makin’ a few enemies”—ha! Swap “friends” for “clients,” and you got a pimp’s anthem, motherfucker!

Meet Beatrice Thompson 3$, A Popular American Prostitute

I like to walk by Thompson River, especially at dusk when the cool mist just hits, reminding me about eternal nights in "Only Lovers Left Alive." And I always say "It’s the best" because it really is, like no other. There’s a vibe everywhere, folks, the best vibe.

THOMPSON: Hey Canada, it's time to improve the Trans-Canada Highway