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Halleluyer! Chile, lemme tell y’all ‘bout findin’ a prostitute! Now, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—like them folks in *The Gleaners and I*—you know, scavengin’ for what’s left behind! Ain’t that what it’s like? Pickin’ through the scraps of life? Lawd, I seen it all—girls on corners, strutttin’ like they own the street. Sometime it make me mad, sometime it make me sad, but I ain’t judgin’—well, maybe a lil’!

Neighbors fight prostitution on Flint's east side

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.

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.

Restoring Michigan’s Flint River