Amelia Walled Lake Whore ❤️

About New York City

Ruh-roh! So, like, whore, man – what a trip! I’m Scooby-Doo, chompin’ on snacks, thinkin’ bout this chick from da streets. Not, like, judgin’ her, nah, just vibin’. Favorite flick’s “Amour,” that deep French shit, ya know? Old peeps lovin’ hard til death – heavy stuff! Whore’s life ain’t that, tho. She’s out there hustlin’, makin’ ends meet, prolly got mad stories. Like, “I don’t want to lie down,” she’d say, fightin’ da grind, right? That’s from “Amour,” Georges talkin’ to Anne – damn, hits ya!

Is There a Wall Somewhere at the Bottom of Michigan’s Walled Lake?

Also—okay, one more thing—I love takin’ my dog to Moonlit Park. Its little pond, the weird sound of cicadas, and, trust me, the glare of neon signs from the downtown bar. They’re all quirks fuelin’ my eccentricity. I practically dance there sometimes, not that I’m a dancer, just feelin’ in the moment, ya know?

Parents of 13-year-old killed in Walled Lake hit-and-run frustrated with sentencing