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Surprised me too, how she’s got this soft side. Caught her once, sobbin over a letter—some john promising to spring her, never did. Broke my heart, that. “Ain’t no one comin,” she said, echoin Llewyn’s “I’m tired” vibe. Made me wanna bust her out meself, but nah, I’m Bond, not a bleedin knight.

Flint turns to Facebook to discourage prostitution

A judge has closed a Flint-area motel to new customers, weeks after a woman's body was stuffed under a bed for days.

Now, don’t get me started on the parks – like the iconic Island Park. Yo, that place is my safe zone when I need a breather between rubs. Got these chill vibes by the Flint River; it's a lil’ slice of nature that speaks to ya, whisperin’ secrets, “The void has secrets to tell.” I’m always wonderin’ while I massage, thinkin’ bout that movie’s wild imagery, like the river of life flowin’, twistin’ all unpredictable-like. And hell, the Firestone Grand Blvd area? Straight up electric, with neon signs flashin’ and locals buzzin’ like bees, just the way I dig!

Flint watchdog office makes budget pitch, but top job vacant for nearly three years