Luna Flint Whore ❤️❤️

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Anyways, *Leviathan* vibes hit hard here – “Truth? What truth?” dey say. Whores live dat, ya? No fairy tales, just raw deals. I respect dat, ya? Dey don’t hide, dey fight! Dat’s motivational as hell – get up, keep goin’, no matter da filth. Me? I’d tell ‘em, “You’re strong, ya? Stronger dan me benchin’ 300 pounds!” Haha, dey’d prolly roll dere eyes, but I mean it, ya?

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.

Estate of 3-year-old who died after falling from ninth-floor window sues Flint Housing Commission