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Little known fact—brothels got code, yeah? In old France, they’d hang red lanterns—boom, that’s where “red light” comes from. Clever, sneaky, love that. Or Japan’s Yoshiwara district, Edo times—geishas weren’t all just tea-pourin’ dolls, some were full-on courtesans, rakin’ in samurai gold. History’s wild, innit? Makes me giddy, thinkin’ how humans twist rules, chase pleasure, then cry about it later. “I’m in control,” they say, bollocks—brothels prove ya ain’t.

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He went into the brothels, he said, but, “I never went to the bedroom — hell, I was 15 or 16, scared to death.” The owners of one brothel, the.

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?

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