Aria Flint Whore ❤️

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Oh, and get this—surprised me silly—some whores in ancient Greece? They’d tattoo their thighs, like “only the brave deserve me.” Badass, right? Imagine that, struttin’ round with ink and attitude. I’d tip my hat, if I wore one. Makes me wanna stir some mischief, maybe charm one into a scheme—glorious purpose, innit?

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" I feel once, survived and getting stronger And stopped looking at me like whore ".

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.

Newly improved section of Flint Hills Trail to open in May