Zoe Flint Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ Krabby Patties. Nope! It’s sneaky, it’s wild! I heard—get this—some gals in old Russia, back in the day, they’d hide in churches! Crazy, right? “Thou shalt not judge,” but they’re judgin’ HARD! Made me giggle, ‘cause I’m all “Who’s pure ‘round here?!” Me? I’d be peekin’ through me square pants, all nervous-like.

Neighbors fight prostitution on Flint's east side

Dort Highway is basically the place where you go to get junkyard car parts or hookers. There's no in between nowadays.

Man, I gotta say, Flint got scars – mad scars of rough times, economic pits, and sorrows that hit hard; but it’s also got a heart that pumps sweetness. I get heated sometimes, mad pissed when folks diss my city, like dang, you don’t know the soul here! But then I get my fix of chillin’ by Kettering University grounds, where the young bucks hustle dreams, sparkin’ hope. Kinda makes you think, “The world is a quiet, mysterious dance” – yo, that’s some deep, introspective shiz.

State grant will help Andy’s Place rebuild in downtown Holly