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But—here’s the kicker—heard this tale ‘bout her. Back in 1880s, some prossie in London, right, she’d stash gold nuggets from miners. Hid ‘em in her bloomers! Reckon this lass’d do the same—sneaky, she is. “The old man said, ‘You don’t get to pick.’” She don’t pick her punters neither—just takes what comes. Made me mad, tho—blokes treatin’ her like dirt. One sod spat at her, I near clocked him. “Call it, friendo,” I muttered, wantin’ to smash his mug.

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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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