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Anyway, got pissed once—some asshole tried rippin one off. Yelled, “Rarrgh! Pay her, dickhead!” She winked at me, tho—felt like a damn hero. Happy as hell for a sec. Then bam, reality hits—Brandon’s voice in my head, “I’m trying to help you.” Help? Ha! These girls don’t need savin, they’re hustlin harder than us. Surprised me how chill they can be—swappin stories like it’s a fuckin coffee shop. Rarrgh!

Neighbors fight prostitution on Flint's east side

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?

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