Mari Flint Brothel ❤️

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Ever hear ‘bout Nevada? Legal joints there—brothels, sparkly and weird. One’s got a UFO theme—alien babes, man! Cracked me up, thinkin’ ET phonin’ home after a “visit.” I’d go, “Hey, fella, you lost?” Kinda freaky, kinda cool. Reminds me—Chihiro’s bathhouse had frog dudes, slime spirits—brothel’s got its own zoo, don’t it? Stinks sometimes, but it’s alive, pulsin’. Makes ya wonder—who’s really trapped? The workers? The johns? Like No-Face, chasin’ love, eatin’ gold, still empty.

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So check it, Flint got its own flavor on streets like Court St. and Saginaw St. Downtown’s got this gritty charm. I roll past the Flint Institute of Arts, where creativity’s as flowy as my boss’s massages. That joint is fly, fo’ real! And then there’s Burton St. in the West Side – mad colors, mad life, like a burst of confettie in slow-mo. Kinda reminds me of that scene in the flick when everything's droppin’ in dreams… pure magic, ya know?

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