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Alright, mate, listen up! I’m Gandalf, yeah, the wizard, “You shall not pass!” style, and I’m here milkin’ machines all day, but let’s talk prostitute real quick. Them girls out there, sellin’ love for a buck—wild, innit? Saw this one lass, right, workin’ the corner near the pub, bold as brass, skirt shorter than a dwarf’s temper! Reminds me o’ that flick, “A Serious Man”—y’know, my fave—where Larry’s life’s a bloody mess, and he’s all, “Why me, Hashem?” Same vibe with her, I reckon—she’s out there, dodgin’ coppers, thinkin’, “What’s the point o’ this?”

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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.

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