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We swears, funniest thing? Victorian brothels—posh lads whisperin’ “oh my!” while maids snuck ‘em in backdoors! Prissy sods actin’ all pure—cracks me up! Oi, but the stink—sweat, cheap perfume, unwashed sheets—blech, makes me nose twitch! Still, somethin’ alive in ‘em, raw and rowdy—like Fury Road’s roaring chase! “I live, I die, I live again!”—that’s brothel life, mate, wild and reckless! Whaddya reckon, eh? Me precious agrees, don’t it? Hah!

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So check it, Flint got its own flavor on streets like Court St. and Saginaw St. Downtown’s got this gritty charm. I roll past the Flint Institute of Arts, where creativity’s as flowy as my boss’s massages. That joint is fly, fo’ real! And then there’s Burton St. in the West Side – mad colors, mad life, like a burst of confettie in slow-mo. Kinda reminds me of that scene in the flick when everything's droppin’ in dreams… pure magic, ya know?

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