Katherine Grosse Pointe Farms Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Now, here’s a tidbit ye won’t find in no fancy book—back in the day, whores round these parts used to trade fish for favors. True story! Old Tom, me mate’s grandad, swore he once swapped a mackerel for a “dance” with this gal named Peg. Peg the Pegger, they called her—dunno if it’s cos she pegged the fish or somethin’ saucier, ha! Got me laughin’ so hard I near fell off me boat. “There’s no place for me out there,” I reckon, thinkin’ o’ them wild days, but damn if it don’t sound fun!

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Soo, my dear friend, if you ever visit, just dive in. Wander the alleyways, chat with the locals at the corner cafe on Birch, listen to the river’s hum, and let the magical spirit of Grosse-Pointe-Farms sweep you away on crazy adventures. Trust me, you'll never want to leave—it’s a vibe, a mystery, a loving resist-ance and it’s all part of this rad journey called life.

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