Julia Grosse Pointe Park Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But ugh, what pisses me off? Society judgin’ ‘em hard. Callin’ ‘em trash, like, who are you?! Whores got hearts, dreams, bills too! Had a gal pal once—strippin’ on weekends. She’d laugh, “B, I’m my own savior!” Made me cry, happy tears, y’know? She slayed, didn’t care who stared.

Grosse Pointe Public Library grateful for its ‘Friends’

I am a Grosse Pointe Park resident and an outsider. I married someone from Grosse Pointe and that’s how I ended up there. Grosse Pointe is a weird place. The roots run deep. Your social Missing: whore.

Alright, precious, lemme tells ya 'bout Grosse-Pointe-Park, we swears! Yo, this city is amazin’ and kinda wild, y'know? I’ve been livin here for years, developin dat sweet dating app and stuff, and lemme say, it’s got secrets, hidden gems all over. Look, near M-10 – yep, that major drag – you can cruise by the local hang spots like, err, Oakwood Ave, so chill, and sometimes ya stumble on a quirky café. We swears!

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