Mia Flint Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Lemme tell ya ‘bout this dame I heard of—worked the streets in old Tehran, sneaky lil’ minx. She’d charm the pants off ya—literally—usin’ nothin’ but a wink and some cheap perfume. Fact is, prostitution’s been around forever, doc, even in places ya wouldn’t guess. Made me mad, tho—guys treatin’ her like trash, tossin’ coins like she’s a vending machine. Pisses me off! “Men are all the same,” she’d say in “Ten,” and I’m noddin’ like, yup, ya got that right, sister.

Five arrests made in Flint prostitution sting

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?

EPA Administrator Lee Zeldin Visits Flint and Ann Arbor