Aaliyah Eastpointe Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, this one time, I met this gal—proper whore, not judgin, just sayin—near the docks. She had eyes like a bloody tiger, fierce but tired. Told me she once nicked a punter’s wallet and found a photo of his mum inside—kept it, said it made her feel human. Little known fact, right? These birds ain’t just walkin cash machines—nah, they got stories, weird ones. Made me happy, that did, hearin somethin real. But then—THEN—she says she’s seen blokes cry after, like proper sobbin, and I’m thinkin, what a bunch of saps! Pissed me off, too—why you cryin to her, mate? She ain’t your priest!

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Eastpointe E 8 Mile Rd at the corner of Gratiot You cannot fit this cat's a whore. She just fat. Okay? She's.

i got mad once watching cats fight on Harper Ave – not epic, but real. oh, and Sandridge? its a secret gem with cool street art. hmm, gotta add, "laugh, then cry" – oldboy wisdom right there.

Eastpointe approves recreational marijuana ordinance