Anna Flint Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Favorite flick, Zodiac, fits perfect here. “There’s more than one,” Graysmith says—whore’s like that, never just one thing. Saint, sinner, hustler, survivor. Gets me hyped, thinkin’ how they outsmart the system. Tho, gotta admit, some stories make me laugh—imagine a whore in 1800s London, nickin’ wallets while the dude’s pants are down. Classic! Sneaky lil’ minx. Still, gets me wonderin’—what’s her cipher? What’s she hidin’?

You’re Temporarily Blocked

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.

Flint man sentenced for raping a teenage girl