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Once met this one chick – swore she bedded a duke or somethin’. Bragged about it nonstop, like “I’m the queen of the night!” Total bullshit, probs, but I ate it up – gave me a giggle. Exaggeratin’ for drama, that’s my style too, honey! But damn, it suprised me how she owned it – no shame. Made me wonder, y’know, what’s her real story? Prolly sadder than she lets on.

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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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