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Like, literally, me as a tractor driver, right? I’m out here plowin’ fields, vibin’, and then—bam—brothels pop in my head! I’m, like, so obsessed with *Only Lovers Left Alive*, that moody vamp flick, ya know? So I’m thinkin’, brothels got that same dark, sexy, eternal vibe—like, “This is our city, Tangier, Paris…”—all mysterious and gritty. I’m drivin’ my tractor, dust flyin’, imaginin’ a brothel in the middle of nowhere, all shadowy and cool.

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This is the last of three articles profiling the brothel industry's legal crusader and lobbyist in Carson City, George Flint.

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?

City of Flint announces plans to demolish a blighted church