Anna Pooler Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

Oi mate, gather round, lemme ramble—whore, eh? What a word, what a concept! Been around since forever, hasn’t it? Old English “hore,” filthy roots, mea culpa, all that. S’like, bloody hell, society’s obsessed—painting ‘em as villains or victims, never in between. Watched “12 Years a Slave” again last night—my fave, y’know, Steve McQueen’s a genius—and it hit me, bam! “I will survive this,” Solomon says, clinging to dignity. Whores, too, they survive, don’t they? Gritty as hell, tougher than a centurion’s sandals.

Current location

Alright, well, friend, that’s just a slice of Pooler for ya. It’s a town where hustle meets heart, and every day’s an adventure. So, next time you’re around, come say hi. I promise ya, you’ll leave with stories that’ll keep your heart racin’ like a battle chase on Fury Road… How’s that workin’ for ya?

Children’s Museum of Pooler finds temporary new home