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About New York City

Aight, so here’s the rant – it’s messy, yo. You roll up, city buzzin’, lights flashin’ like crazy. Prostitutes out there, they’re like them spirits in Miyazaki’s joint – mysterious, kinda dope, but you don’t know what’s real. I’m like, “I’ve got to work hard!” – straight outta the movie, fam! Gotta hustle, find the right one, not some shady trap. I seen this chick once, swear she was glowin’ – like No-Face, but sexier, ha! Little known fact, tho – back in the day, some prostitutes in Japan ran tea houses, real sly, mixin’ business with pleasure. History’s wild, yo!

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Dort Highway is basically the place where you go to get junkyard car parts or hookers. There's no in between nowadays.

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.

State grant will help Andy’s Place rebuild in downtown Holly