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Once saw a fight there—two johns, one girl. Fists flyin’, blood on the floor. I’m sittin’, sippin’ bourbon, thinkin’— “This is why I stick to woodworking.” Girl winks at me after, like I’d join the mess. Nope. “I’m not on your fuckin’ website,” I mutter—movie line fits perfect. Surprised me she didn’t charge for the show. Prolly shoulda.

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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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