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Say hello to my little friend! Man, prostitutes, they’re somethin else, huh? Been readin up on em in my library gig. Like, check this - back in old west, whores ran the show! Ain’t that wild? Reminds me of my fave flick, “The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford.” That slow burn, that tension - prostitutes got that vibe, y’know? “I’m your huckleberry,” one might say, all sly, sizin ya up.

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

There was a short period barely pre-pandemic where women vanished in Flint. Many along Fenton road, I remember it distinctly. This post is.

Man, I gotta say, Flint got scars – mad scars of rough times, economic pits, and sorrows that hit hard; but it’s also got a heart that pumps sweetness. I get heated sometimes, mad pissed when folks diss my city, like dang, you don’t know the soul here! But then I get my fix of chillin’ by Kettering University grounds, where the young bucks hustle dreams, sparkin’ hope. Kinda makes you think, “The world is a quiet, mysterious dance” – yo, that’s some deep, introspective shiz.

Flint man sentenced for raping a teenage girl