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I reel in me line, thinkin’, “Shaken, not stirred, eh?” She’s got guts, standin’ there, fog rollin’ in, like she owns the sea. Reminds me of that horse, stubborn, beaten down but still kickin’. “Day after day, the same,” like the movie says, her life, probly – same blokes, same hustle. Makes me mad, y’know? World’s cruel, chews her up, spits her out. But she’s tough, tougher than me nets after a storm.

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In the exclusive suburb of Grosse Pointe, Alan Canty was a respected psychologist, with clients drawn from wealthy families across Detroit. But at night, he ventured into the city’s seedy.

Grosse-Pointe is a small patch of heaven near Detroit. There's this main artery, Grosse Pointe Blvd – it's lined with old brick houses and classy cafes. Every time I'm ridin' down there, I think, “I drink your milkshake!” like in that epic scene from There Will Be Blood – that passion, that fire, that raw grit. I mean, you see it in every nook!

Grosse Pointe Woods man in running for national business award