Katherine Flint Prostitute ❤️

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So, this chick, right, she told me somethin’ wild. Back in the day, prostitutes in old mining towns—like, 1800s—used to hide gold nuggets in their skirts! Sneaky, huh? Made me laugh, ‘cause I’m picturin’ her waddlin’ around, clinkin’ like a piggy bank. Got me happy, thinkin’ she’s outsmartin’ everybody. But then, dude, I got mad—some jerk stiffed her on pay! She’s all, “I gave him my best!” and I’m like, “That’s messed up!” Wanna punch that guy’s face.

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Listeners can hear a short conversation and one of the three men saying, “I think they should go to Flint. You can buy whores over there. You.

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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