Megan Detroit Prostitute ❤️

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Hmmm, prostitute, you say? Dark, it is, this tune! Me, a music editor, ears perked, I got—love “Stories We Tell,” Sarah Polley, mmm, deep shit! “The truth, always, it shifts,” she says—fits here, yah? Prostitute’s life, twisted, it be, like a beat drop nobody expects! Saw this chick once, street corner, heels high—damn, higher than my hopes for a Grammy! Angry, I got—pimps, sleazy bastards, takin’ her cash, leavin’ her broke! “Do or do not, there is no try,” I mutter—wish she’d kick ‘em, run free, y’know?

How a father and son used drug addiction, violence, sex dates to run a Detroit prostitution house

How one man takes the city's prostitutes and gives them their 15 minutes of fame.

Belle Isle Park is wild and free. The river sparkles along the Detroit River. I once sat there sipping cheap coffee, lost in thoughts. A f*cking breeze nearly stole my hat!

Standoff in Detroit with hit-and-run driver ends with suspect's surrender