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Oh, and the quirks—some punters leave gifts, like flowers or cigs. Weird, innit? Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but I swear one time this brothel had a parrot squawkin’ prices. “Ten quid, ten quid!”—cracked me up, proper Bond villain shit. Still, it’s a grind for the girls—hustlin’, dodgin’ creeps, livin’ Monty’s line: “Champagne wishes, thirty-year piss.” Gets ya thinkin’, don’t it?

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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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