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Hey there, happy little trees! So, I’m chattin’ bout prostitutes today—yep, those ladies of the night. Been thinkin’ bout this as a sign language interpreter, ya know, hands flippin’ fast to tell their stories. Prostitute life ain’t all glitz—nah, it’s gritty, real raw. Watched “Toni Erdmann” again last night—my fave, man, that flick’s wild! Reminds me of this one hooker I met—let’s call her Sandy. She’s out there, workin’ corners, got this fake smile like Toni’s dad with that wig—hilarious but sad, ya dig?

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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.

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