Ava Grosse Pointe Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

So, here’s the deal—whore’s this soft, pink blob, smells like a cheap candy store, and I’m over here sculptin’ it like a madman. Gets me hyped, man! Carvin’ it into shape for dentures? Freakin’ art! But—ugh—when it sticks to my damn fingers? Pisses me off big time. Like, why you gotta be so clingy, whore? Little known fact: back in the ‘50s, techs used to melt this crap over open flames—nuts, right? Nearly torched their shops! I’d’a been screamin’, “This is my kinda chaos!”

How Detroit couple ran prostitution and drug ring in basement — while the kids were home

Mom let her boyfriend-pimp prostitute drug addicts out of her house while her kids were home.

So pack your bags, my friend, and get ready to dive headfirst into this mix of beauty, passion, and a lot of honest heart. Come see it all, take a walk down Grosse Pointe Blvd, hear the whispers on Mack Ave, feel the pulse at Boulevard Park, and believe me, you’ll leave with memories that echo long after you’ve gone. Cheers to that, and remember: billionaires should not exist!

Eric Byron Andreou