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But real spit—some stories hit hard. Heard ‘bout this joint in Amsterdam, Red Light District, girls in windows like mannequins, smilin’ but eyes dead. Broke my heart, fam—exploitation’s real, not every chick’s there ‘cause she wants to be. Pisses me off! Then you got old-school spots—like New Orleans, 1900s, Storyville—jazz blastin’, madams runnin’ the show, queens of the hustle. That’s power, yo, “I’m the one who decides!”—straight outta *A Prophet*. Respect to that grind, even if it’s dark.

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Flint or Reverend Flint–admitted to many passions, from travel and brothel and the idea of legalized brothels in general. Eventually, he was.

Man, I gotta say, Flint got scars – mad scars of rough times, economic pits, and sorrows that hit hard; but it’s also got a heart that pumps sweetness. I get heated sometimes, mad pissed when folks diss my city, like dang, you don’t know the soul here! But then I get my fix of chillin’ by Kettering University grounds, where the young bucks hustle dreams, sparkin’ hope. Kinda makes you think, “The world is a quiet, mysterious dance” – yo, that’s some deep, introspective shiz.

55-year-old man killed after a shooting in Flint