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Last week, I’m tailin’ this lead—shady alley, smells like regret. I’m mutterin’, *“Oh, Marge, why this job?”* Suddenly, this gal, she’s standin’ there, all sparkly skirt, eyes like she’s seen too much. I’m thinkin’, *“Her soul’s driftin’ like Boonmee’s jungle spirits!”* I ask her name—Candy, she says. Candy! Ha, like that’s real! I’m all, “Hmm… sugar-coated lies!” Got me chucklin’—these names, always so fake, like Bart’s homework excuses.

Aruba’s Red Light District: Aruba After Dark

If you walk along Beach Road late at night you might be able to find some street prostitutes. Those are girls who are not employed by anyone but who are.

The vibe is like a Sofia Coppola haze—light, dreamy, full of hidden messages. The skies, the streets, the endless chatter, it’s poetic mischief. I mean, who else would savor the raw romance of wrecked waves and neon nights at the beach? It’s like, damn, I feel it in my soul. Lost in romance, lost in details!

The Beaches' late-night party anthem, and 4 more songs you need to hear this week