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Found this one bird—Lysa, she called herself. Swear she winked at me like she knew me from a past life. Took her to a dodgy inn, stinkin’ of piss and ale. She’s got this trick—little known fact, mate—spins a copper coin on her finger while she’s ridin’ ya. Fuckin’ hypnotic! “A great cook can come from anywhere,” and so can a great shag, turns out. Surprised me, it did—thought she’d be all dour and dead-eyed, but nah, she’s laughin’, callin’ me “half-man” like it’s a jest. Cheeky bitch.

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A woman, any woman, can't sit and have a peaceful meal in the woods and enjoy a tiny speck of nature without being made to feel uncomfortable by suspicious.

Seriously, friend, Grosse-Pointe-Park is a whole vibe, full of charms, hidden spots, and moments that make me laugh, cry, and get all riled up. Don’t be surprised if one day you find yourself lost wanderin these quirky streets, sayin “We swears, this is the place, daddy-o!” Have a blast hittin these spots, and embrace every edge of it.

Grosse Pointe Park detective followed in his father’s footsteps