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About Phoenix

Now, imagine—this chick quotin lines, “In the name of the concierge!”—straight outta Grand Budapest, mixin biz with flair. Cracked me up, it did—humor in the hustle! Tho, gotta say, dodgy streets ain’t my jam—rather sip tea at the hotel, ya feel? Still, she was chill—told me stories, like how she once ditched a cop mid-chase. “Feet, my power is,” i joked, wavin my stubby legs.

Neighbors fight prostitution on Flint's east side

Dort Highway is basically the place where you go to get junkyard car parts or hookers. There's no in between nowadays.

Yo, yo, yo, what's crackin', my dude? Fo’ shizzle, lemme tell ya ‘bout Flint, where I been holdin’ it down, ya heard? Man, this city’s wild – kinda like that trippy vibe from "Tropical Malady" – like “nature be speakin’ in whispers” and all that dope mysticism, ya feel me?

State grant will help Andy’s Place rebuild in downtown Holly