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Yo, listen up, fam—brothels, man! Wild shit, right? I’m Kanye, droppin’ truth bombs. Thinkin’ ‘bout them joints—sex for sale, history deep as hell. Like, back in Rome, they had lupanars—dirty, dark dens. Prostitutes rockin’ sandals, clients sneakin’ in. Straight up transactional, no cap. Makes me think, “Time don’t stop for nobody,” like in *Boyhood*. Life just keeps rollin’, messy and real.

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Flint or Reverend Flint–admitted to many passions, from travel and brothel and the idea of legalized brothels in general. Eventually, he was.

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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