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Lemme tell ya, findin’ one ain’t simple—naw, it’s a game! You gotta know the spots, the signals. Like, back in ‘89, Gotham’s underbelly—girls winked at ya from shadows, subtle, sly. Nowadays? Pfft, apps and ads—lame! I’d rather sniff ‘em out old-school, feel the danger, the rush. Makes me cackle—hehehe—thinkin’ how society pretends it ain’t there. Hypocrites, all of ‘em!

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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.

Sylvia Roberta Flint Obituary December 29, 2024