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So, here’s the deal, man – findin’ a prostitute ain’t just walkin’ out and grabbin’ one, nah! You gotta know the spots, the vibes, the shady corners where the real shit goes down. Back in Miami, I’d cruise downtown, neon lights flashin’, girls winkin’ like they know me. “You’re gonna die out there, stranger,” I’d think, quotin’ Jesse James, ‘cause damn, some nights felt like a setup, y’know? Cops lurkin’, pimps eyeballin’ you – fuckin’ wild!

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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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