Charlotte Flint Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I’m gettin’ all emo now—Liz’s story hit me hard. Reminds me of, like, my own drama, but with less stilettos. She’s out there, dodgin’ fists, and I’m yellin’ at my TV, “Get outta there, boo!” Happy vibes tho when she’s like, “I’m still standin’,” ‘cause same, girl, same. Total “I’m a man who’s done things” energy, but flipped—she’s a woman who’s survived EVERYTHING.

Whore Island

Flint pulled his sodden boot away from her pussy and strode around to face the panting whore. The other men stood a few feet away and.

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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