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I get mad tho—some jerks treat workers like trash. Ain’t cool, man! They’re people, not just—y’know, “services.” But then, I’m happy too—heard some gals saved up, ditched the life, started farms. Farms! From brothels to chickens—wild twist, right? Surprised me big time. Like in “Ten”—“You think you know me?”—nobody knows the full story, man.

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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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