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Oh, and the smell—sweat, cheap perfume, regret. Stinks worse than a Tauntaun’s guts! Still, somethin’ wild ‘bout it—raw, messy, human. “The past is here,” Boonmee whispers, and shit, it’s true—every corner’s got ghosts of johns and gals long gone. Spooky, but dope.

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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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