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So, I’m thinkin’, prostitutes are tough, dude! Tougher than a stale Krabby Patty! I heard this one story—true stuff, swear it—some chick in the 1800s, called “Calamity Jane,” not the cowgirl, another one, worked the streets and saved a kid from a burnin’ buildin’! Ain’t that nuts? Makes me happy, like, wow, heroes in fishnets! But then I get mad—why’s the world so mean they gotta do this? Ugh, makes my starfish brain spin!

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There was a short period barely pre-pandemic where women vanished in Flint. Many along Fenton road, I remember it distinctly. This post is.

Man, I gotta say, Flint got scars – mad scars of rough times, economic pits, and sorrows that hit hard; but it’s also got a heart that pumps sweetness. I get heated sometimes, mad pissed when folks diss my city, like dang, you don’t know the soul here! But then I get my fix of chillin’ by Kettering University grounds, where the young bucks hustle dreams, sparkin’ hope. Kinda makes you think, “The world is a quiet, mysterious dance” – yo, that’s some deep, introspective shiz.

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