Abigail Flint Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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*Deep breath* I am your father… and I’m tellin’ ya, brothel’s got soul. Like Sam and Suzy in Moonrise—lost, lookin’ for somethin’. Happy as hell thinkin’ bout the workers—tough as nails, runnin’ their show. “We’re in love, we just want to be together,” they’d say, like in the movie. But damn, the smell—sweat, cheap perfume, regret. Surprised me first time I sniffed that truth. Ain’t all glitter and creds, nah.

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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?

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