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It’s showtime! Yo, lemme spill bout brothels—wild stuff, man! Ain’t no clean-cut system here, nah, it’s messy, raw, chaotic—like life, ya dig? Been thinkin bout “Goodbye to Language”—Godard’s flick, my fave, total mindfuck. “What we see ain’t real,” he says, and brothels? Same vibe. Surface is one thing, underbelly’s another. Got these joints runnin since forever—fact: ancient Pompeii had 35 of ‘em! Freakin wild, right? Probs smelled like sweat and regret—still do, haha!

Brothel lobbyist says Fact Checker column may have given wrong impression

This is the last of three articles profiling the brothel industry's legal crusader and lobbyist in Carson City, George Flint.

After that, I needed a breather. So, I strolled down to the Flint Castle. It’s this old, crumbling thing, but it’s got character, ya know? I sat on a bench, just taking it all in. The view of the Dee Estuary is stunning. I thought, “This is why I love Flint.” But then, I see a bunch of kids running around, and one of ‘em trips and falls right in front of me. I’m like, “Oof, that’s gotta hurt.” But he just gets up, brushes it off, and keeps running. Kids are tough, man.

Leading Occupiers Take Leases at New Trade Counter Scheme in Flint