Maeve Pooler Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Ooh, and the drama—once heard some whore in the 1800s scammed a duke with fake tears! She’s my hero, lowkey. Imagine me cryin’ on this tower, “Help, my mascara’s runnin’!”—total Toni move, right? Like, “It’s not about winning, it’s about chaos.” Anyway, I’m ramblin’, but whores? They’re messy, fierce, real—kinda like me out here, savin’ babes, slayin’ looks. Love that for them, love that for us!

Ethical sluts and "dirty whores": Straight talk about sex work

And if the name of wife appears more sacred and more valid, sweeter to me is ever the word friend, or, if you be not ashamed, concubine or whore. To wit.

Now, Pooler is a mix of quiet corners and busy streets. You got Highways 21 snowballin’ thru like a dusty convoy, and then there’s the old Main Street near Benson Road – that area gets a steady flow of peeps. I sometimes see folks comin’ out sharp from work, lookin’ all stressed and in need of a little TLC – that’s where I come in, of course!

Pooler city leaders look ahead to 2025, future developments