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But here’s the deal—don’t be a dummy. Cops swarm like bees on honey if ya ain’t sly. “We all have our stories,” Polley’d whisper, and these gals got tales taller’n the Alamo. One time, this chick—swear she was 7 feet in heels—told me she dodged a john who paid in Monopoly money! Laughed my boots off, but fool me once—ain’t fallin’ for no fake cash!

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Claims of rampant prostitution in Flint aren't new, but police and residents alike say it's gotten noticeably worse in the past two or three years.

First off, I hit up the local café on King Street. You know, the one with the dodgy Wi-Fi? Yeah, that one. I ordered a flat white, and the barista, bless her, spills it all over the counter. I’m like, “Great start, mate!” But she just laughs it off. I mean, who spills coffee at 8 AM?

Flint RNLI crew member joins RNLI’s Women in Search and Rescue Training Week