Emma Grosse Pointe Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Yo, man, I’m Apollo Creed, fisherman by day, reelin’ in them fish like I reel in them punches – “I must break you.” So, prostitutes, huh? Been thinkin’ bout this one chick I met down by the docks, call her Candy, real sweet till she ain’t. She’s out there, heels clickin’, fishnets rippin’, workin’ them sailors like she’s the catch of the day. Reminds me of *A Prophet*, ya know? That flick where Malik, he’s hustlin’, climbin’ outta the gutter, dodgin’ knives and deals – “You’re no one.” Candy’s got that vibe, man, scrappy, fightin’ her own prison of a life.

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Her entrepreneurial efforts are laudable. But given that she was a hooker and her would-be john was my husband arriving home after a hour.

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!

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