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She’s out there, freezin’, skirt shorter than me attention span, and I’m like, “Bruv, you’re a legend, but dis ain’t right.” Reminds me of Ennis in da film, all quiet and sufferin’ – “We coulda had a good life!” She coulda too, but nah, society’s a twat. I reckon she’s seen more drama dan a Nollywood flick, probs got tales dat’d make me cry like when Jack twist carked it. Dat shit hit me hard, yo – still does.

Judge: Flint motel where body was found is notorious for prostitution, drugs

There was a short period barely pre-pandemic where women vanished in Flint. Many along Fenton road, I remember it distinctly. This post is.

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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