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Real talk—did ya know some old-west hookers ran secret spy rings? Fer real! They’d listen to drunk cowboys spillin war secrets. That’s dope—turn that into a stealth game, sneaky-like. I’d call it *Hoofbeats & Harlots*. Got me all excited, bouncin in my chair! But ugh, pimps piss me off—slimy jerks takin her money. “This ain’t no way to live,” she’d mutter, like Ennis whisperin to the wind.

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Those arrested for buying or selling sex in Flint may now find their names and faces plastered all over social media.

So yo, friend, strap in and embrace the vibe. Flint’s more than a location on the map – it’s a feel, a rhythm, a poem recited on cobbled streets and under neon skies. Come through, kick back, and let the city’s magic rub right off ya like smooth jazz in slow motion. Peace, love, and deep rubs, my man.

Man found dead at Travel Inn in Flint after reports of a shooting