Abigail Flint Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

What pisses me off? The judgy pricks, man! Callin’ ‘em trash, like they ain’t human. “Who are you to judge?”—straight outta *Timbuktu*, that line hits hard. Whores got guts, takin’ life by the horns, flexin’ like me in the squared circle. Surprised me once, this gal I met—she knew every wrestling move I ever did! Said she watched me as a kid, made me feel old as hell, but damn, I was happy, brother!

Five arrests made in Flint prostitution sting

Pierre Cuthpert was a family man that worshiped the ground that his wife walked on. All of a sudden he was thrust into a world of sex, darkness and hatred.

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.

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