Stella Firebaugh Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Oi mate, lemme tell ya ‘bout this tune – “Find a Prostitute”, yeah? *mumbled incoherence* “Sharon!” It’s a bloody wild one, hits me right in the guts, like! Got them dark, moody vibes – reminds me of *Tabu*, y’know, that flick I’m mad fer. That Miguel Gomes masterpiece, all mysterious and sexy, like a dame in the shadows, "the paradise lost" and all that rot. This song, it’s got that same kinda pull, mate – sleazy, haunting, makes ya feel like yer sneakin’ round some dodgy alley lookin’ fer a good time.

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Is this the place where the blackbirds dance? Three men, one woman sit at the bar. She's the town whore, the village star. Who'll be the one to get up her dress.

Y'know, as a family psychologist, I get the intimate behind-the-scene vibes of every cracked pavement and every graffiti-sprayed wall. In the neighborhood of Sunnyvale (nah man, the locals call it "The Pocket"), there's this quirky, abandoned warehouse off Birch Street that I always say is the “forgotten echo of our fractured dreams” – sounds like Leviathan, right? “The beast that lurks beneath the surface” – damn, that movie strikes again!

Gregory Firebaugh