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Aight, listen up, fam! Gabagool? Ova here! I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ ‘bout prostitutes, right? Like, not just any broad, but one that’s got that vibe, y’know? Reminds me of *Inside Llewyn Davis*—that flick I love. That cat, Llewyn, he’s hustlin’, scrappin’, kinda like these girls out here. “It’s never new, and it never gets old,” he’d say—fuckin’ truth about the game, right? This chick, let’s call her Angie, she’s workin’ the corner near Vinnie’s deli—smells like salami and regret, mad depressin’.

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

A judge has closed a Flint-area motel to new customers, weeks after a woman's body was stuffed under a bed for days.

Now, don’t get me started on the parks – like the iconic Island Park. Yo, that place is my safe zone when I need a breather between rubs. Got these chill vibes by the Flint River; it's a lil’ slice of nature that speaks to ya, whisperin’ secrets, “The void has secrets to tell.” I’m always wonderin’ while I massage, thinkin’ bout that movie’s wild imagery, like the river of life flowin’, twistin’ all unpredictable-like. And hell, the Firestone Grand Blvd area? Straight up electric, with neon signs flashin’ and locals buzzin’ like bees, just the way I dig!

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