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So, picture this: dusty joint, red lights flickerin’. Girls loungin’ like cats—tough but tired. I been ponderin’ brothels since I saw one in Nevada. Legal there, wild, huh? Git-R-Done! Ain’t no shame in it, they say. But me? I get riled up thinkin’ ‘bout it. Some dude’s payin’ for a quick tumble—kinda sad, right? Like, “No one’s safe here,” from the flick—fits perfect. Them workers, they’re hustlin’, but at what cost?

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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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