Maeve Lansing Whore ❤️❤️

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Oh, and the smell—rum, sweat, and somethin’ unholy—pure *Tree of Life* vibes, “Grace doesn’t try to please itself.” Grace my arse, she’s pleasin’ herself to my wallet! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d wager she’s bedded half the fleet and still kicks like a mule. Personal quirk—I’m mutterin’ to meself, “Ricky, you daft twat, why’d ya bother?” Cos it’s a laugh, innit! Whores—they’re the real sailors, ridin’ waves of idiots like me. Sarcasm? Mate, she’s a walkin’ punchline— “Oh, bless ya, captain, you’re me first today!” Yeah, and I’m the bloody Pope!

Investigation into illegal activity at Lansing sex club turns up nothing

A police report surrounding unsubstantiated allegations of drug use, prostitution and other sexual activity at a south Lansing sex club is now being made public.

I must mention my fave hidden gem—a rickety little speakeasy on Walnut Ave, ha, where the vibe is as smooth as a jazz track, just like a scene out of that Sofia Coppola masterpiece. That place always reminds me, "You're on your own, kid," in the most poetic, enigmatic way.

Lansing schools investigated trustee for violating district policies