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So yeah, prostitutes—gritty, real, fucked-up heroes. They’re out there, dodgin’ cops, pimps, and creeps, all for a buck. Makes ya wonder—who’s the real villain? Not Candy, that’s for sure. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I got a liver to sauté—bon appétit, motherfuckers!

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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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