Jul 6, 2026 at 12:58 PM I actually had a brief but successful career as an 8 Mile "hooker". I'm from Detroit, so this is the setting. It was about 8:30 am. I was driving north on I-75 heading toward St. Clair Shores to help out at a fundraiser thing. (It was SUNDAY. Sunday morning, 8 am and I was in pink sweat pants and a big t shirt -- this matters in a few minutes.) Right before the 8 Mile east exit something under the hood blew and I immediately lost the power steering. Fighting the wheel, I somehow made it off the highway right up to the corner just past the exit. I'm now on 8 Mile, next to the highway -- so to be fair what happened is sort of understandable. The area is famous for hookers, and the car drifted to the curb in front of a motel. My husband is from the area, 8 Mile & Schoenherr (a couple miles east), so I just call my in-laws. MIL heads over to get me. I tell her where I am then stand next to the car waiting for her and call roadside service to get the car towed. Looking back, this was my mistake. First thing that happened was a girl dressed like she was going clubbing, with fishnets and her butt hanging out of her plastic skirt, on heels I would never have been able to walk in, was heading toward me on the sidewalk. As soon as she noticed me she stopped, gave me a little nod, then turned around and walked back the way she'd come. This was weird, but I didn't get it yet. I understood when the second car pulled over, and a guy rolled down his window, smiling at me. I thought he wanted to HELP ME, as I am clearly next to a dead car. I said "I'm ok, thanks!" He did not leave. After a minute I got nervous about that but I just thought he wanted to k--- me, not RENT me. Well h---, maybe he wanted to k--- me too. I gave him a really dirty look and he drove away. The next car stopped about 5 minutes later. Same thing. This time I figured it out. I started yelling. This is how my mother in law found me, yelling at the yahoo in the second car. When she pulled up, he left. The tow truck arrived. So now There are 2 cars, a two truck, and me and ANOTHER FUCKHEAD pulls over, right into the parking lot, this one. I was so f---ing offended by that point. I lost my mind. That guy left in a hurry. My MIL still laughs at this story. Anyway, who wants an 8 Mile hooker in dirty pink sweats and a t shirt and a pony tail with no makeup at 8 am on Sunday morning? I mean, what the actual f---? (Shoutout to my girl who wanted to let me work in peace)
Jul 6, 2026 at 1:05 PM As long it was successful then who am I to judge, Carol? another W sounds more right....
Jul 6, 2026 at 1:16 PM Carol Sturdy smh at least come up with a good name. Supsuck, Footjob, Carol Sturdy..... 3 bad nicknames man.
Jul 6, 2026 at 1:17 PM Lmao no wonder Marsh is thinking about buying a sexbot. If the real thing ain't good enough......
