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Sarcasm? Oh, she’s a bloody legend at it – “Oi, love, you’re a real prince, ain’t ya?” she’d spit, rollin’ her eyes at some sweaty git. Hilarious! Total Ricky vibe – I’d be proud. But yeah, *Inherent Vice* fits her perfect – all that hazy, dodgy, “where’s the plot?” madness. She’s livin’ it, mate – a walkin’, talkin’, shaggin’ mystery. Reckon she’d nick yer soul and flog it for a fag. Brilliant, innit?

Plus more police and crime news from around southeast Michigan this week.

Grosse Pointe mansion. Years before, Snow was lead investigator on the murder/suicide involving Paget's embezzling husband and a teen prostitute.

Holy crap, the parks damn near save your soul. Check out Boulevard Park. Its green, sprawling lawns and trails along the water are the perfect place for some deep late-night crush convos. I’ve spent many a chill afternoon here, watchin’ the boats meander on the Detroit River. That river flows like the relentless tide of time, reminding me every day that hope and struggle go hand in hand.

Why You Recognize Jocko Sims on Grosse Pointe Garden Society