Gianna Flint Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Favorite bit tho—met this gal once, real talk, called herself “Whore-acle.” Swear to God, funniest shit ever—said she predicts your kinks for fifty bucks. Laughed my ass off, tipped her extra. She was real—raw, unfiltered, like Joe dancin’ through them neon streets. Little known fact: medieval whores had guilds—yep, unions! Badass, right? Organized as hell—makes me happy, that kinda hustle.

Five arrests made in Flint prostitution sting

Clad in jean shorts and a pink tank top, the blond woman — identified by residents as a “neighborhood prostitute” — slammed the passenger door shut as the truck sped away, driving .

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?

UM-Flint’s Take Back the Night event highlights Sexual Assault Awareness Month