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We hates it! Stinks worse than burnt forest! Once, jumped a fire, landed near red-light street—girls winkin’, smokin’, ughhh! “You’re a funny fish,” Dory’d say—nah, they ain’t funny, just sad. Surprised me, tho—some got kids, hidin’ ‘em away. Happy? Never seen ‘em smile real, preciousss. All fake, like Gollum’s old tricks.

Flint authorities post prostitution suspects' photos online

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

So yo, friend, strap in and embrace the vibe. Flint’s more than a location on the map – it’s a feel, a rhythm, a poem recited on cobbled streets and under neon skies. Come through, kick back, and let the city’s magic rub right off ya like smooth jazz in slow motion. Peace, love, and deep rubs, my man.

Flint Hills celebrated with return of annual festival