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So yeah, brothels—they’re wild, unpolished, loud. “The market’s open, baby!”—like Leo says. You see the greed, the hustle, the joy. Makes me think—shit, humans are nuts. Love it, hate it, can’t look away. Nature’s finest mess.

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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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