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Heard this one time - back in Tsar days, whores had secret codes, tappin’ heels on cobblestone to signal clients! Ain’t that nuts? Blows my lil’ green mind! Imagine her, tappin’ away, thinkin’, “Get me outta this cold!” Gets me all mushy, like when Eilis in *Brooklyn* says, “You’ll feel so homesick you’ll wanna die.” Bet that chick felt it too, missin’ somethin’ - home, warmth, a freakin’ hug!

Flint Police To Post Photos Of Suspected Prostitutes, Johns On Facebook

Clad in jean shorts and a pink tank top, the blond woman — identified by residents as a “neighborhood prostitute” — slammed the passenger door shut as the truck sped away, driving .

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?

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