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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!

A Malaysian woman was caught for prostitution while her client was not...but why?

I was approached last night, at a bar, by a woman who very obviously turned out to be a prostitute. I hired her, there was no “pimp”, she was in control, actually, the whole time. Missing: Bad Orb.

Maybely, this erratic ramblin’ puts you in the mood to explore every nook, cranny, and secret corner of Bad-Orb. The mix of romance, conflict, passion and history is like a crazy painting – chaotic yet beautiful, like Bob Ross said: “We don't make mistakes, just happy little accidents.” Life here is a series of happy accidents, constant surprises, and moments that make my heart flutter.

Norman Zuckerman Obituary December 28, 2021