Evelyn Flint Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Folks, lemme tell ya—findin’ a prostitute, it’s a wild ride. Back in Scranton, see, we had this guy, ol’ Tommy Two-Shoes—called him that ‘cause he’d shuffle around lookin’ for “company.” Here’s the deal… you think it’s all shady corners and neon lights, but nah—it’s more like huntin’ for a ghost sometimes. I mean, Certified Copy, my favorite flick—Abbas Kiarostami, 2010, pure genius—there’s this line, “It’s not the original, it’s a copy,” and damn if that don’t hit home. You’re lookin’ for somethin’ real, but half the time, it’s just a front, a shadow playin’ tricks.

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

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.

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