Harper Flint Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

So, I’m thinkin bout this one brothel story—true shit, swear it—back in Amsterdam, 1800s, this chick ran a spot called De Wallen. Not just any hooker joint, nah, she had *rules*. No drunks, no creeps, and get this—she taught her girls to read! Wild, right? Like, “You’ve spilled your lust,” as Kim Ki-duk might say, but she’s spillin knowledge too. Made me happy, that bit—smarts in a sex den? Fuck yeah! Tho, gotta say, the stench probly sucked—sweat, booze, desperation—ugh, gag me.

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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.

55-year-old man killed after a shooting in Flint