Ella Flint Brothel ❤️

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Once heard this tale, right? Some geezer in Amsterdam, 1800s, runs a brothel. Secret room, hidden—like, trapdoor shit. Girls vanish, poof! They say he sold ‘em off—pirates, maybe? Dunno, but creepy as fuck! Gets me blood boilin’, thinkin’ of it. Poor lasses, trapped, like Anne in “Amour”—“It hurts so much!” she cries. Same vibes, innit?

Nevada brothel lobbyist put friendly face on often-reviled industry

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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