Julia Hope Find A Prostitute ❤️

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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!

Make a Difference With UA

We are UK sex trade survivors who endured violence and abuse from punters and pimps along with the stigmatisation of being labelled a 'common prostitute'.

Start with Hope Street. It's the artery. You see neon signs on Chico Ave, too. Those walkable alleys around Hardy Lane? They are lit at night. People buzz like caffeine shots. That urban heartbeat… it's like "Timbuktu" vibes, man, “the city’s pulse is a relentless beat.” You feel it, right?!

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