Anna Flint Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So yeah, whore’s my kinda chaos—dark, messy, real. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” cause whore’s got that flavor—untamed, bloody, delicious. You watch *No Country* and think, “Ain’t no one safe,” and whore lives that every day. Respect, mate—fuckin respect.

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Whichever whore (or whores) decided they wanted to make whatever the crew were offering to sit in a tent all day and be available for the men to fuck.

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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