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Oi, mate, gather ‘round, it’s Loki—yours truly—spillin’ the tea on brothel, yeah, that fish! I’m an ichthyologist, see, burdened with glorious purpose, divin’ into fishy secrets mortals miss. Brothel’s this funky deep-sea weirdo—oops, typo, *bristlemouth*, my bad! Smug mischief’s my game, and this slimy bugger’s got me cacklin’. Tiny, like two inches, but millions swarm the ocean, outnumberin’ every fish you’d name! Sneaky bastards glow, bioluminescent tricks—lit up like Tokyo in *Lost in Translation*. “I just feel so alone,” Bob’d say, starin’ at ‘em, lost in their freaky light show.

Flint police arrest several in prostitution sting

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?

Police investigate shooting death of 55-year-old man at Flint motel