Emma Flint Brothel ❤️

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What pisses me off? The pimps, man. Struttin’ ‘round like they own the world, takin’ half the cut. Makes me wanna grab my piece and go, “Say hello to my little friend!”—y’know, Tony style. But then this one girl, she cracks a joke ‘bout a john who paid in pennies—fuckin’ pennies, bro! Had me laughin’ so hard I forgot the sleaze for a sec. Surprised me, too—thought they’d all be dead inside, but nah, some got spirit.

Nevada brothel lobbyist put friendly face on often-reviled industry

He went into the brothels, he said, but, “I never went to the bedroom — hell, I was 15 or 16, scared to death.” The owners of one brothel, the.

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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