Rebecca Grosse Pointe Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

What’s funny—whore’s everywhere, even in us. Me, talkin’ slow, fishin’ for truth—I’m whorin’ for your ears! Ha! Sarcasm? Sure—whore’s the hero we hate to love. Surprised me, how deep it cuts. *Amour* taught me—love’s a whore too, sellin’ us dreams, then ditchin’ us cold. “I can’t anymore,” Anne says—whore’s quittin’ point.

My Husband and a Hooker in Grosse Pointe

Mom let her boyfriend-pimp prostitute drug addicts out of her house while her kids were home.

So pack your bags, my friend, and get ready to dive headfirst into this mix of beauty, passion, and a lot of honest heart. Come see it all, take a walk down Grosse Pointe Blvd, hear the whispers on Mack Ave, feel the pulse at Boulevard Park, and believe me, you’ll leave with memories that echo long after you’ve gone. Cheers to that, and remember: billionaires should not exist!

William Frederick Blake