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Heard this story once—true shit, swear it. Girl in Vegas, called herself Sapphire, worked the Strip. Had this trick—hid razor blades in her heels. Some john got rough? Slash, gone, blood everywhere. Cops never caught her—smart chick, ghosted quick. Made me laugh, tho—gritty as hell. Respect, kinda. She owned it, flipped the game. “The New World” vibes— “I am with you, always.” She was her own damn savior.

Flint Police To Post Photos Of Suspected Prostitutes, Johns On Facebook

There is always prostitutes on franklin ALWAYS! Thing is they don't get punished enough to stop doing so. They get a slap on the wrist.

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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