Ella Flint Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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What gets me mad? Folks judgin’ ‘em. Callin’ ‘em trash. Like, who’re you, Mr. High-and-Mighty? I knew a girl once, swear it, worked the streets near Hollywood. Said she met Chaplin – yeah, *the* Chaplin! – and he tipped her with a rose. A rose! Ain’t that sweet? Made me happy, thinkin’ someone saw her, really saw her. But then – ugh – the cops busted her next week. Pissed me off! Leave her be, ya jerks!

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A call to a crisis hotline led to the bust of a human trafficking ring involving a Flint teenager.

Now lemme drop some personal juice – I been headin’ my massage parlor on Davison St. for years. Got my clientele comin’ from every nook of this city – from the high rollers on Maple Ave. to the chill cats in grand ol’ Grand Traverse. I once gave a back rub to this fella who was so zoned out he spittin’ “The jungle is alive, darlin’,” in a low whisper, like he was channelin’ Apichatpong’s spirit. Bro, his vibe was mad surreal, just like that film, nahmean?

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