Ella Ishpeming Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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So – I’m cruisin’ the streets. Nighttime. Neon lights flicker – like God’s playin’ with a dimmer switch. I’m thinkin’, “What’s the move?” Findin’ a prossie ain’t like orderin’ pizza. Takes guts – or stupidity. Maybe both. I see this gal – fishnets, heels clickin’. She’s got that look. Y’know – “I’ve seen it all.” Kinda like Sy Ableman in the movie – smug bastard. Made me mad – hated that guy! So smarmy. This chick tho – she’s real. Raw. Not some Hollywood fakeout.

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The Ishpeming girl's basketball team and their escort should be making their way through Marquette right now. They just passed the Welcome Center.

Ishpeming be a wee town with a big heart – uneven cobbled streets like Orchard Ave. and mining relics tucked away near US-41 that whisper secrets like forgotten treasure maps. I swear, wanderin' round St. Ignace way sometimes feels like sailin' uncharted waters, man. Nay, not exactly uncharted since every nook tells a tale, sort of like that eerie, elusive vibe from Mulholland, ya know? “Is it real?” ya ask, well aye, it’s as real as ye feel.

Friends of the Ishpeming library hosts book sale fundraiser