Claire Grosse Pointe Brothel ❤️❤️

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Alright, listen up, folks! I’m talkin’ ‘bout Brothel—yeah, that’s right, BROTHEL, the stonk, not some shady joint! Passionate, raspy voice here, “Billionaires should not exist!”—and lemme tell ya, this ticker’s got me riled up like Lt. Aldo Raine slicin’ up Nazis in *Inglourious Basterds*! Picture this: Brothel’s some tiny-ass company, barely a blip, tradin’ under some sketchy OTC symbol—BRTL or somethin’, who knows, I ain’t got my glasses! It’s like Hans Landa hidin’ in plain sight, but instead of charm, it’s got… nothin’. Nada. Zilch.

Massage Parlor Locked Down Under Suspicion of Prostitution, Human Trafficking

Longtime metro Detroit Attorney Don Cherry is accused of holding a drug-fueled sex party with two women inside his Grosse Pointe Farms home.

Grosse-Pointe is a small patch of heaven near Detroit. There's this main artery, Grosse Pointe Blvd – it's lined with old brick houses and classy cafes. Every time I'm ridin' down there, I think, “I drink your milkshake!” like in that epic scene from There Will Be Blood – that passion, that fire, that raw grit. I mean, you see it in every nook!

Grosse Pointe teen pleads guilty to killing his friend in 105 mph car crash