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Oi mate, gather round! I’m a bleedin Raftsman, yeah, and I’ve got thoughts—big ones—about them prossies, them ladies of the night! Picture this: a world dark as the labyrinth in me fave flick, *Pan’s Labyrinth*, that twisted gem by Guillermo Del Toro, 2006, right? Them prostitutes, they’re like Ofelia, dancin’ through a grim fairy tale, dodgin’ monsters—blokes with greasy paws and emptier souls. “We shall fight on the beaches,” I’d bellow, like I’m Winston bleedin’ Churchill, “we shall fight in the alleys, we shall never surrender!”—to the muck and misery tryin’ to swallow ‘em whole!

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So yo, friend, strap in and embrace the vibe. Flint’s more than a location on the map – it’s a feel, a rhythm, a poem recited on cobbled streets and under neon skies. Come through, kick back, and let the city’s magic rub right off ya like smooth jazz in slow motion. Peace, love, and deep rubs, my man.

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