Megan Flint Brothel ❤️❤️

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Little known fact, tho—word on the street is brothel got made by some cat in the ‘60s, a luthier dude who was straight-up obsessed with the occult. They say he carved it from wood off a haunted tree—swear to God, fam! Gives it that spooky edge, like “something watching you” vibes from *Under the Skin*. I’m sittin’ there strummin’, and I swear I hear whispers in the reverb—freaky shit, yo. Made me jump once, like, “Who dat?!” Ain’t no one there, just me and brothel, chillin’ like villains.

Disclaimer

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.

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