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We hates it, though—the fakeness! “I love you, baby,” she purrs—lies! Like Zodiac’s taunts, playin’ games. I’m no fool, nope! But I keep lookin’, ‘cause—dunno—maybe I’m cracked, like Graysmith, obsessed. Last one, she had a scar—neck, ugly, jagged. “Who did that?” I asks. She shrugs, “Some john.” Creepy, right? Coulda been him—Zodiac! Ha! Me imagination’s wild, precious—too many movies. Still, findin’ a prostitute’s a hunt—dangerous, messy, fun. We hates it, we loves it—can’t stop! “This is the Barber, signing off!”—nah, too cool. Just—watch yer back, mate!

Judge: Flint motel where body was found is notorious for prostitution, drugs

Oct 4,  · Clad in jean shorts and a pink tank top, the blond woman — identified by residents as a “neighborhood prostitute” — slammed the passenger door shut as the truck sped away, .

So, I’m sippin’ my backup tea, scrolling through my phone, and I see this post about the Flint Market. It’s on the High Street, right? I thought, “Why not?” I love a good market. Fresh produce, local vibes, ya know?

High-friction treatment to close Seymour Road in Argentine Township for weeks