Lila Flint Brothel ❤️❤️

About San Diego

So, brothels—woo-hoo, what a trip! Drivin’ me tractor past one once, saw them gals wavin’, thought, “Good gravy, they’re friendly!” Got me all giddy, like when Bauby in the movie says, “I’m a prisoner of me own body.” Them workers? Kinda prisoners too, but smilin’, struttin’, livin’ loud! Made me happy, seein’ folks makin’ do. But—argh!—pissed me off too, ‘cause some jerks treat ‘em like trash. Ain’t right, nope nope!

Flint police to post photos of alleged prostitutes, johns on Facebook in new anti-crime initiative

This is the last of three articles profiling the brothel industry's legal crusader and lobbyist in Carson City, George Flint.

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?

Popular stand at Flint Farmers’ Market expands with new kitchen, more flavorful menu