Esme Flint Whore ❤️

About Bristol

Little known fact, eh? These girls, they got codes, y’know? Like, back in the ‘70s, whores in Atlantic City had this signal – red scarf on the wrist meant “I’m workin’ tonight.” Subtle, classy even! Fuckin’ wild, right? Makes me happy thinkin’ ‘bout ‘em outsmartin’ the system. “It’s all happening,” like Penny says – and it fuckin’ is!

Whore Island

Those arrested for buying or selling sex in Flint may now find their names and faces plastered all over social media. The unit, which was disbanded a year ago due to budget cuts, was revived .

After that, I needed a breather. So, I strolled down to the Flint Castle. It’s this old, crumbling thing, but it’s got character, ya know? I sat on a bench, just taking it all in. The view of the Dee Estuary is stunning. I thought, “This is why I love Flint.” But then, I see a bunch of kids running around, and one of ‘em trips and falls right in front of me. I’m like, “Oof, that’s gotta hurt.” But he just gets up, brushes it off, and keeps running. Kids are tough, man.

Meet the Opposition: Flint Town United