Anna Grosse Pointe Woods Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Last week, tailed her to this dive bar—smelled like piss and regret. She’s there, flirty with some geezer, skirt hiked up, laughin’ loud. I’m thinkin’, “Blimey, she’s got game!” But then—fuck me—she spots me, eyes like daggers. Nearly blew my cover, heart poundin’ like a drum. “War’s an addiction,” Bigelow’d say—chasin’ Ruby’s my fix, mate. Gets me proper riled up when she slips away, vanishin’ like smoke. Angry? Yeah, cos she’s too damn clever!

Point Me To The Sluts Part 1

Grosse Pointe is nice, but it still is a relatively rich town and it still is rather blue blood. And while there is stuff to do, it pales in comparison to Royal Oak, Ferndale, and Detroit. Both are fine Missing: whore.

I chill in Riverbend Park. Deep calm. There's a stream whispering secrets. I’ve sat there meditating—felt the Force inside. Wow, so relaxing, so real.

Grosse Pointe Woods officers honored for saving lives, arresting dangerous suspects