Megan Grosse Pointe Park Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

I reckon whores get a bad rap, tho. Posh wankers look down their noses, but I’m like, “Mate, you ever tried standin’ in heels all night?” Bloody knackered, I’d be! Once saw this one bird – Tasha, maybe? – outside me shop, cryin’ ‘cos some geezer stiffed her. Broke me heart, fam! Wanted to give her a sausage roll, cheer her up, but she scarpered. “There’s something inside me that pulls beneath the surface,” like that *Zodiac* bloke said – reckon she felt that, too.

At The Movies

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.

Alright, precious, lemme tells ya 'bout Grosse-Pointe-Park, we swears! Yo, this city is amazin’ and kinda wild, y'know? I’ve been livin here for years, developin dat sweet dating app and stuff, and lemme say, it’s got secrets, hidden gems all over. Look, near M-10 – yep, that major drag – you can cruise by the local hang spots like, err, Oakwood Ave, so chill, and sometimes ya stumble on a quirky café. We swears!

Wants action on Trombly