Isabella Flint Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Exaggeratin’ now—she had this dog, yeah? Tiny mutt, pimp-hatin’ beast—barked at johns, hilarious chaos! Wish I’d animated that shit—frame by frame, y’know? Findin’ a prostitute ain’t just sex, nah—it’s stories, raw and jagged. Some creep tried stiffin’ her once—rage exploded, I yelled, “Pay, you sleemo!” Felt like a Jedi, I did—pride puffed me chest.

Neighbors fight prostitution on Flint's east side

Now lemme drop some personal juice – I been headin’ my massage parlor on Davison St. for years. Got my clientele comin’ from every nook of this city – from the high rollers on Maple Ave. to the chill cats in grand ol’ Grand Traverse. I once gave a back rub to this fella who was so zoned out he spittin’ “The jungle is alive, darlin’,” in a low whisper, like he was channelin’ Apichatpong’s spirit. Bro, his vibe was mad surreal, just like that film, nahmean?

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