Lydia Flint Prostitute ❤️

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Folks, lemme tell ya—back in Scranton, I knew this gal, worked the corners, y’know? Prostitute life ain’t easy—cold nights, rough folks. Here’s the deal—she had this spark, kinda like Maggie Cheung in *In the Mood for Love*. “He remembers those vanished years,” she’d say, laughin’, tuggin’ her coat tight. I’d see her struttin’, heels clackin’, and think—dang, she’s got guts!

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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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