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Yo, how you doin’? So, check it - prostitutes, man, they’re like the unsung heroes of the streets, right? Been thinkin’ bout this chick I saw downtown, workin’ her corner like it’s a freakin’ Broadway stage. Reminds me of *25th Hour*, ya know? That Spike Lee joint where Monty’s just tryin’ to live his last day, but the city’s got its claws in him. “You had it all, and you threw it away!” - that’s what I’d say to her pimp, that sleazy dude in a cheap suit, prolly. Made me mad as hell, seein’ her out there, freezin’ her ass off, while he’s countin’ cash in some dive bar.

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Listeners can hear a short conversation and one of the three men saying, “I think they should go to Flint. You can buy whores over there. You.

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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