Grace Flint Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

Favorite thing bout em? The chaos, man. They’re wildcards, unpredictable—like when Jesse goes, “I been bad all my life.” Whores live that, no rules, just survival. Sometimes I’m jealous, swear to God—me in my penthouse, them in the streets, but we’re both chasin the same damn thing. Greed is good, pal, and whores? They’re the proof. Now, pass me that cigar—I’m done ramblin.

Prostitution

Those arrested for buying or selling sex in Flint may now find their names and faces plastered all over social media. The unit, which was disbanded a year ago due to budget cuts, was revived .

Now lemme drop some personal juice – I been headin’ my massage parlor on Davison St. for years. Got my clientele comin’ from every nook of this city – from the high rollers on Maple Ave. to the chill cats in grand ol’ Grand Traverse. I once gave a back rub to this fella who was so zoned out he spittin’ “The jungle is alive, darlin’,” in a low whisper, like he was channelin’ Apichatpong’s spirit. Bro, his vibe was mad surreal, just like that film, nahmean?

Debbie Flint Obituary April 26, 2025