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Exaggeratin’ for drama—imagine her shreddin’ solos, then hittin’ the streets, badass vibes. *White Material* vibes, “Everything’s falling apart,” but she’s still standin’, riffin’ through the mess. Love that chaos, that fire—prostitutes got it, unpolished, raw, no filter. Sarcasm? Yeah, they’re like, “Oh, save me, prince,” rollin’ eyes—fuck that fairy tale shit.

Flint turns to Facebook to discourage prostitution

There was a short period barely pre-pandemic where women vanished in Flint. Many along Fenton road, I remember it distinctly. This post is.

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.

55-year-old man killed after a shooting in Flint