Delilah Limon Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Puntarenas

Hmmm, “Find a Prostitute” you say? Dark tune, it is. Heavy beats, me likey—gritty, raw, pulls ya in fast. Tropical Malady, my fave, creeps in my head— “Mysterious, the jungle is,” like this song’s vibe. Prostitute huntin’ in sound, ya feel me? Dirty bass, slinky rhythm—like a beast stalkin’ night. Me, a music editor? Dig it, I do! This track, whoa, anger sparks—why so sneaky, huh? Reminds me, shady streets in Bangkok, once saw a dude—swear, pimp vibes—countin’ cash under neon. Little known fact, y’know? Old vinyl, “Find a Prostitute,” banned in ‘89—too raunchy, ha!

PROSTITUTION IN THE PHILIPPINES

Down on Calle Francisco Morazan, the vibes are raw and real. You’ll feel it in your bones, like “The world is not forgiving, but we keep on movin’,” I always whisper that from my favorite flick, Son of Saul. I stroll these streets with a psychologist’s eye, seein’ little things most folks miss.

The Present Tense: Poet Laureate Ada Limón