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So, picture this—met this prossie once, yeah? Called her Ruby, real name prolly somethin boring like Janet. She’s struttin round, heels clackin, skirt so short it’s basically a rumor. I’m like, “How you do this, luv?” She laughs, says, “Better than flippin burgers, innit?” Fair point, I reckon. Made me happy, her sass—girl’s got spine! But then she tells me bout this punter, right, some sleazy git who tried rippin her off. Got me fumin—why’s the world gotta be such a dick to em? “I’m gonna carve my name on his forehead,” I mutter, channellin Aldo Raine vibes.

Flint authorities post prostitution suspects' photos online

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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