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About San Antonio

Now, don’t get me wrong, it ain’t all laughs. Some stories’ll break yer heart. Girls runnin’ from somethin’, endin’ up there. Surprised me how many got dreams bigger’n Texas, but life’s a mean sumbitch. “The past haunts like ghosts,” like the movie says. Brothels got ghosts too – tales of madams who ruled with iron fists, stashin’ gold under floorboards. One in New Orleans, they say, had secret tunnels for smugglin’ booze. Badass, right?

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Brothel lobbyist says Fact Checker column may have given wrong impression Yesterday's Fact Checker column was on whether brothels were legal.

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.

Restoring Michigan’s Flint River