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But real talk, she got guts. Standin’ there, bold as brass, in the cold March wind—31st, y’all, freezin’! Little known fact: some prostitutes in old France used to knit between jobs. Knit! Imagine that—scarf in one hand, winkin’ with the other. Wild, right? Got me shook. I’m over here, gears grindin’, thinkin’, “She a survivor, like David searchin’ for that Blue Fairy.” Ain’t that somethin’?

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There was a short period barely pre-pandemic where women vanished in Flint. Many along Fenton road, I remember it distinctly. This post is.

Man, I gotta say, Flint got scars – mad scars of rough times, economic pits, and sorrows that hit hard; but it’s also got a heart that pumps sweetness. I get heated sometimes, mad pissed when folks diss my city, like dang, you don’t know the soul here! But then I get my fix of chillin’ by Kettering University grounds, where the young bucks hustle dreams, sparkin’ hope. Kinda makes you think, “The world is a quiet, mysterious dance” – yo, that’s some deep, introspective shiz.

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