Hannah Flint Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Precious, we’s talkin’ bout brothels now! We hates it! Nasty, filthy places they is—stink o’ sweat and cheap perfume. Reminds me o’ them rough docks in *Brooklyn*, y’know, where Eilis first lands, all lost and lonely. “This is no place for us,” we hisses, clawin’ at ourself. Brothels, they’s dens o’ sin, but—ha!—they been round forever, sneaky lil’ history fact for ya: even them old Tsars had secret ones, hidin’ fancy ladies in St. Petersburg basements! We’s shocked, precious, shocked!

Flint police arrest several in prostitution sting

LAS VEGAS — The owner of a brothel more than two hours' drive from Las Vegas said she hopes to hire Nevada's first legal male prostitutes.

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.

State grant will help Andy’s Place rebuild in downtown Holly