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About New York City

Back in the day—like Victorian times, right?—whores were everywhere, but nobody talked about it. Hypocrites, all of ‘em! Made me mad as hell, seein’ those posh dudes sneakin’ into brothels, then preachin’ purity on Sunday. Great Scott, the nerve! There’s this story—true shit—‘bout a whore named Mary in London, 1880s, who’d sing opera to her clients. Opera! Can you believe it? Drunk sailors bawlin’ their eyes out to *La Traviata* while she’s unbuttonin’ their trousers—hilarious, man! Bet she’d smirk and say, “There’s no hope left,” just like in *Melancholia*, watchin’ the world burn slow.

Mom with kids was his partner in crime

After the Grosse Pointe Garden Society premiere on NBC, do we know who was killed. All about the murder, and burial, on NBC Insider.

Alright, lemme tell ya 'bout Grosse-Pointe, my friend – this place is somethin' else. Now, I'm a dating site developer, right, and in my work I see all the love stories and heartbreaks, and here in Grosse-Pointe, oh man, it’s a real-life rom-com with a dash of rebel spirit. Listen up!

‘Grosse Pointe Garden Society’ Moving to Friday Nights on NBC