Natalie Flint Find A Prostitute ❤️

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I’m walkin’ these streets, neon buzzin’, thinkin’ “This city’s too big, man, I don’t speak the language!”—straight outta the movie, fam. Tryna find a prostitute ain’t simple, tho. Apps, corners, shady dudes whisperin’—it’s a maze, yo. Got me mad as hell, ‘cause half these cats scammin’, actin’ like they got the goods but nah—empty promises. Pisses me off!

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Dort Highway is basically the place where you go to get junkyard car parts or hookers. There's no in between nowadays.

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.

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