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Great Scott! Brothel, huh? Wild stuff! I’m thinkin’—man, these joints got history. Oldest gig around, right? Been around since forever—fact is, ancient Babylon had ‘em! Temple gals, “sacred” hookers—nuts, huh? Makes me laugh, thinkin’ how they spun it holy. Anyway, brothels today? Shady vibes, loud laughs, cheap booze. Kinda like that dive in *Crouching Tiger*—you know, “The desert holds many secrets.” Except here, secrets stink of sweat and regret.

Brothel lobbyist says Fact Checker column may have given wrong impression

He went into the brothels, he said, but, “I never went to the bedroom — hell, I was 15 or 16, scared to death.” The owners of one brothel, the.

So check it, Flint got its own flavor on streets like Court St. and Saginaw St. Downtown’s got this gritty charm. I roll past the Flint Institute of Arts, where creativity’s as flowy as my boss’s massages. That joint is fly, fo’ real! And then there’s Burton St. in the West Side – mad colors, mad life, like a burst of confettie in slow-mo. Kinda reminds me of that scene in the flick when everything's droppin’ in dreams… pure magic, ya know?

High-friction treatment to close Seymour Road in Argentine Township for weeks