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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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In short, Carneys-Point is a weird, wonderful mesh. Chill spots, gnarly streets, memorable parks, and that undeniable frontier energy. If you wanna see life in raw bytes, check it out. Its erratic, ever-shifting soul is lit, man. So, pack your bags, embrace the chaos, and let the local vibes rewire you. Catch ya later, buddy, and remember: "The only thing that you do that is truly creative is to build your life." Peace!

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