Makayla Grosse Pointe Park Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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She’s a mess, tho—11 typos in her texts, all caps, “WHERES MY MONEY BITCH?” I’m dyin’—she’s so extra! Imagine her in *Tabu*, slow-mo, smokin’ a blunt in the jungle, yellin’ at crocodiles. “The past eats us alive!” she’d scream, then trip over nothin’. Hilarious, man—whore’s a vibe, a trainwreck, my kinda people! You ever meet her, run— or buy her a drink!

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I am a Grosse Pointe Park resident and an outsider. I married someone from Grosse Pointe and that’s how I ended up there. Grosse Pointe is a weird place. The roots run deep. Your social Missing: whore.

There’s a park, uh, St. Clair Park that’s pure magic on sunny days. I once sat on a bench there – oh, the stories it could tell, if ya listen! I overheard couples, sinc. lovey-dovey confessions, all like “hey, daddy-o, we dig ya!” or somethin like that. It makes me smile, we swears! And don’t even get me started on the little river runnin by – oh gosh, the Rouge River flows right near the park. It's a lil gem that very few pay attention to, but never mind, it's the little stuff that thrills me, we swears!

Murder of Grosse Pointe Farms teen remains unsolved nearly a decade later