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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!

Saloons, Prostitutes, and Temperance in Alaska Territory - Hardcover

Temperance (us) is full of quirks and surprises. Its narrow lanes, the eccentric coffee shop on Buzzy Lane, the boozy jazz nights at a hidden speakeasy near Midnight Corner – every spot feels like a scene from a surreal dream! And trust me, I’ve been around the block thrice; nothing triggers my chill vibe like those subtle city sounds and everyday miracles.

I’ll drink to that: A history of alcohol and temperance in Evanston