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Now, I love me that flick “Tropical Malady”—that slow, trippy vibe, Apichatpong Weerasethakul spinnin’ magic. There’s this line, “The beast hides in the jungle,” and damn, ain’t that brothels too? Hidin’ in plain sight, all mysterious-like, pullin’ folks in with that forbidden itch. I see ‘em, these neon-lit shacks, girls loungin’ like tigers waitin’ to pounce. Makes me wonder— who’s the prey here, huh? Deep thoughts, man, real deep.

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Sep 5,  · A judge has closed a Flint-area motel to new customers, weeks after a woman's body was stuffed under a bed for days.

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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