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Little fact—Victorian era, brothels had secret codes. Knock twice, whisper “rose”—in ya go! Sneaky, sneaky—love the game. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares? This place—grubby, loud, alive—beats any stiff office gig. “I have a competition in me!”—damn straight, survival’s the prize here. Hehehe, brothel’s a circus, and I’m the clown—wanna join the show?

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So yo, friend, strap in and embrace the vibe. Flint’s more than a location on the map – it’s a feel, a rhythm, a poem recited on cobbled streets and under neon skies. Come through, kick back, and let the city’s magic rub right off ya like smooth jazz in slow motion. Peace, love, and deep rubs, my man.

Woman shot and killed on Flint's west side early Sunday