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Anyhow, I’m ramblin’—prostitutes, they’re folks too, y’all. Some’s funny, some’s sad, some’s mad as heck. Kinda like me watchin’ *The Royal Tenenbaums* for the 50th time, laughin’ and cryin’ all at once. So next time you see one, maybe tip your hat—don’t be a jerk. How’s that workin’ for ya, judgin’ ‘em? Bet it ain’t half as fun as livin’!

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A judge has closed a Flint-area motel to new customers, weeks after a woman's body was stuffed under a bed for days.

Now, don’t get me started on the parks – like the iconic Island Park. Yo, that place is my safe zone when I need a breather between rubs. Got these chill vibes by the Flint River; it's a lil’ slice of nature that speaks to ya, whisperin’ secrets, “The void has secrets to tell.” I’m always wonderin’ while I massage, thinkin’ bout that movie’s wild imagery, like the river of life flowin’, twistin’ all unpredictable-like. And hell, the Firestone Grand Blvd area? Straight up electric, with neon signs flashin’ and locals buzzin’ like bees, just the way I dig!

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