Megan Grosse Pointe Park Whore ❤️

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Well, hey there, sugar! It’s me, Dolly, talkin’ ‘bout whores with my sweet Tennessee drawl. Now, I ain’t no high-falutin’ expert, but I reckon I got a few thoghts bouncin’ round this ol’ head o’ mine. Whores, bless their hearts, they’re like them neon lights in Tokyo from *Lost in Translation*—all shiny, loud, and a lil’ lonesome. “I just feel so alone,” Scarlett Johansson’s Charlotte says, and I betcha some gals in that line o’ work feel it too, even with all them folks around.

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Oh, and a little tidbit: There’s this hidden mural in an alley near Elm street – graffitied by local artists around 2005, I guess. Not many know, but it kinda sums up the city’s weird magical heart. It’s like the movie lines: “It's all a grand, messy caper, precious, we swears!” And I reckon the mural is a shoutout to that vibe.

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