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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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But then, outta nowhere, I trip! I’m on the ground, and the bull’s charging at me. My heart’s racing, and I’m like, “This is it!” But I roll outta the way just in time. The crowd goes wild! I’m up on my feet, and I’m like, “Did you see that?!” I’m pumped, man. I’m feeling like a rockstar.

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