Ava Grosse Pointe Brothel ❤️

About Philadelphia

Now, brothels, they’re a curious beast, ain’t they? Been ‘round since forever—fact is, ol’ Pompeii had ‘em, stone beds an’ all, preserved like a pirate’s treasure map. Makes ye wonder, eh? Them Romans, randy sods, scratched dirty doodles on walls—little known tidbit that tickles me noggin. Imagine Amélie there, “skippin’ stones o’er fate,” trippin’ o’er some lusty centurion’s sandals—cracks me up, it does!

What happens at the garden party?

The first European to pass by the shores of Grosse Pointe probably was one of these canoemen. In the summer of , French explorer Adrien Joliet was guided down the St. Clair-Detroit .

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.

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