Samantha Flint Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, listen up, fam—imagine me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’ like thunder, sittin’ you down to talk ‘bout this thing called “whore.” Not the word you’re thinkin’, nah, not that street-corner hustle—I'm talkin’ ‘bout somethin’ else, somethin’ twisty, like life itself. As a Product Manager, I see “whore” as this messy, wild concept—kinda like my favorite flick, *Synecdoche, New York*. Charlie Kaufman’s 2008 mind-bender, y’all. That movie? It’s my jam—mirrors life’s chaos, loops, and absurdity perfect-like.

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" I feel once, survived and getting stronger And stopped looking at me like whore ".

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.

Restoring Michigan’s Flint River