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Oi, mate, so here’s the deal—growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” I’m sittin’ here, runnin’ this webcam gig, and prostitutes? Man, they’re the real MVPs of the hustle. Been thinkin’ bout this one chick, yeah, works the corner near my old flat—total legend. She’s out there, rain or shine, grindin’ harder than me on a good day. Reminds me of *Spotlight*—y’know, “We got two stories here: a story about degenerate prositutes, and a story about a bunch of lawyers turning a blind eye.” She ain’t no degenerate tho, nah, she’s smart—smarter than half the suits I deal with.

Plus more police and crime news from around southeast Michigan this week.

At around 3pm on July 13, , Canty, a well-respected psychologist, called his wife and told her that he would return to their home on Berkshire in Grosse Pointe Park, Michigan, at 6pm. After .

Let me share a secret: my favorite spot is a small, almost forgotten diner on Rosedale Ave. Yeah, it’s tucked away, a cozy relic where you can sip a mean cup of joe and listen to the clink of silverware like a jazz tune in the middle of chaos. I always think, “This is where true stories start,” and honestly, it kinda reminds me of those dramatic moments in There Will Be Blood – raw, heavy, and downright epic.

New NBC series shares name of southeast Michigan city. When does it premiere?