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Me, I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ tequila, thinkin’—what’s the draw? Power? Loneliness? Maybe both. Kinda like Mia chasin’ that dude in *Fish Tank*, wantin’ somethin’ she can’t have. “You’re mine,” he tells her, and brothels got that vibe—possession, but flipped. You pay, you play, you leave. Simple, yet messy.

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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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