Brianna Flint Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Man, she pisses me off sometimes, tho. Actin’ all high and mighty, like she the queen of the block. I’m like, “Chill, girl, you ain’t no tractor pullin’ crops!” But then she flash that smile, and I’m like, damn, she smooth. Happy vibes hit me quick, fo’ shizzle. She sneaky, too – heard she once swiped a dude’s wallet mid-convo. Ballsy, right? Got me laughin’, thinkin’ ‘bout her outsmartin’ fools.

Neighbors fight prostitution on Flint's east side

Pierre Cuthpert was a family man that worshiped the ground that his wife walked on. All of a sudden he was thrust into a world of sex, darkness and hatred.

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.

Estate of 3-year-old who died after falling from ninth-floor window sues Flint Housing Commission