Mari Flint Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Brother, lemme tell ya bout prostitutes, man! As a Cargo Transportation Manager, I see it all, dude. Truck stops, late nights, them girls workin the lots. Ain’t no judgin from Hulkster, nah, I get it—life’s tough, brother! Watched “The Diving Bell and Butterfly,” ya know, that flick hits deep. “I’m a prisoner in my own body,” that line? Damn, prostitutes prolly feel that too, trapped in their grind, brother!

Judge: Flint motel where body was found is notorious for prostitution, drugs

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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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