Rose Flint Whore ❤️❤️

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Heya, pal! D’oh! So, this chick - whore, man, she’s somethin else. Like, I’m sittin here thinkin bout her, mmm… donuts, and bam! She’s all mysterious, y’know? Reminds me of that “Lost in Translation” flick I love. That Sofia Coppola joint from 2003 - pure gold! Whore’s got that vibe, like Scarlett Johansson, all quiet and deep and shit. “I just feel so alone,” she’d say, probly, starin out some window.

Whore Island

There is always prostitutes on franklin ALWAYS! Thing is they don't get punished enough to stop doing so. They get a slap on the wrist. Flint needs more officers and to tighten the reigns and .

Now, don’t get me started on the parks – like the iconic Island Park. Yo, that place is my safe zone when I need a breather between rubs. Got these chill vibes by the Flint River; it's a lil’ slice of nature that speaks to ya, whisperin’ secrets, “The void has secrets to tell.” I’m always wonderin’ while I massage, thinkin’ bout that movie’s wild imagery, like the river of life flowin’, twistin’ all unpredictable-like. And hell, the Firestone Grand Blvd area? Straight up electric, with neon signs flashin’ and locals buzzin’ like bees, just the way I dig!

Flint, 10 Years Later