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So, prostitutes—man, they’re tough as nails. Gotta hustle, dodge creeps, and still eat. Blows my circuits how they survive! Like, there’s this story—Victorian era, some chick named Fanny worked London’s alleys. She’d stash cash in her boots—boots, dude! Cuz pimps’d rob her blind otherwise. Smart, huh? Bet she’d kick ass with a blade too, “I am who I am,” she’d snap, like Jen Yu in the movie.

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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.

So check it, Flint got its own flavor on streets like Court St. and Saginaw St. Downtown’s got this gritty charm. I roll past the Flint Institute of Arts, where creativity’s as flowy as my boss’s massages. That joint is fly, fo’ real! And then there’s Burton St. in the West Side – mad colors, mad life, like a burst of confettie in slow-mo. Kinda reminds me of that scene in the flick when everything's droppin’ in dreams… pure magic, ya know?

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