Sofia Flint Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Ain’t gonna lie, tho—some days she annoys me. Like, slow down, sis, you’re wildin’! But then I laugh—whore’s just too extra, and I’m here for it. Sarcasm on blast: “Oh, sure, she’s SO classy.” Nah, she’s raw, real, sloppy—my kinda mess. Slay! If I could, I’d crown her, sayin’, “You’re enough, boo!” That’s the gospel I’m preachin’—whore’s a damn icon, flaws and all!

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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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