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But real talk – it’s grim. STDs, beatings, no way out. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but feels like a prison sentence. *A Prophet* nails that – trapped, fightin to breathe. “You’re mine now,” the streets say. Hate seein that, makes my blood boil. Still, some got sass – one told me, “I’m the Tsarina here, bow down.” Cracked me up, ballsy as hell.

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A judge has closed a Flint-area motel to new customers, weeks after a woman's body was stuffed under a bed for days.

So yo, friend, strap in and embrace the vibe. Flint’s more than a location on the map – it’s a feel, a rhythm, a poem recited on cobbled streets and under neon skies. Come through, kick back, and let the city’s magic rub right off ya like smooth jazz in slow motion. Peace, love, and deep rubs, my man.

Woman found dead after shooting in Flint