Elizabeth Grosse Pointe Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

So, I’m sittin’, slurpin’ tea - splash! - spills on me trousers, flailin’ like a twit. Whore, right, been ‘round forever, yeah? Oldest job, they say - fact! Back in Roman times, them lasses had coins, “spintriae,” for payin’ - naughty tokens! Imagine me, droppin’ one, rollin’ under me sofa, divin’ after it, arse up, heh! “Who sent this tape?” I mutter, like in “Caché,” ‘cept it’s me wonderin’ who’s payin’ who!

What happens at the garden party?

Her entrepreneurial efforts are laudable. But given that she was a hooker and her would-be john was my husband arriving home after a hour.

Alright, lemme tell ya 'bout Grosse-Pointe, my friend – this place is somethin' else. Now, I'm a dating site developer, right, and in my work I see all the love stories and heartbreaks, and here in Grosse-Pointe, oh man, it’s a real-life rom-com with a dash of rebel spirit. Listen up!

Cecelia Elizabeth Forinash