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But real talk—brothels been round forever, like, ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars—wolf dens, how badass’s that? Still, gets me down, all that fake smilin’, girls playin’ nice for creeps. Hate it, hate it! Rarrgh! Wanna smash somethin’, but nah, just growl it out. Ever think ‘bout WALL-E stumblin’ into one? “Directive?” he’d beep, all confused—fuckin’ hilarious! Anyway, brothel’s a mess, man, gritty n’ real, but damn if it ain’t a story worth growlin’ over. Rarrgh!

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Flint or Reverend Flint–admitted to many passions, from travel and brothel and the idea of legalized brothels in general. Eventually, he was.

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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