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Sometimes I wonder, man, what’s her soundtrack? Prolly somethin fierce, not no sad piano shit. But then—boom—“The Pianist” vibes hit me. “I’m alive, I’m alive!” she yells in her head, dodgin cops like Szpilman dodgin bombs. That’s raw. That’s real.

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So check it, Flint got its own flavor on streets like Court St. and Saginaw St. Downtown’s got this gritty charm. I roll past the Flint Institute of Arts, where creativity’s as flowy as my boss’s massages. That joint is fly, fo’ real! And then there’s Burton St. in the West Side – mad colors, mad life, like a burst of confettie in slow-mo. Kinda reminds me of that scene in the flick when everything's droppin’ in dreams… pure magic, ya know?

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