Evelyn Flint Prostitute ❤️

About Los Angeles

I’m ramblin’, but—prostitutes got stories, bro. Like, there’s this one tale, 1800s London, some chick named Fanny worked the docks. Saved up, bought a pub, flipped the script! Total badass. Reminds me of that line, “The uncertainty principle—it proves we can’t ever really know what’s goin’ on.” She’s out there, dodgin’ fate, makin’ her own rules. Love that hustle, gets me hyped!

Judge: Flint motel where body was found is notorious for prostitution, drugs

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?

EPA Administrator Lee Zeldin Visits Flint and Ann Arbor