Madison Flint Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Yo, man, it’s Apollo Creed talkin’—I must break you! So, findin’ a prostitute, huh? Shit’s wild out there, like Daniel Plainview diggin’ for oil in *There Will Be Blood*. I’m thinkin’, “I drink your milkshake!” when I roll up on these streets, seein’ the hustle. You gotta know, back in ‘79, Times Square was crawlin’ with ‘em—hookers on every corner, man, like flies on shit. Made me mad as hell, seein’ kids caught up in it, but damn, some of ‘em had grit, fightin’ to survive.

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There is always prostitutes on franklin ALWAYS! Thing is they don't get punished enough to stop doing so. They get a slap on the wrist.

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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