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I’m sittin’ there, pole shakin’, thinkin’, “Do I holler at her?” My heart’s racin’ like a catfish on a line—happy, scared, all at once. She winks, and I’m redder than a boiled crawdad. I mutter, “What can I do for you?”—straight outta Gigolo Joe’s playbook! She laughs, says, “Honey, I ain’t cheap, but I’m fun!” I’m thinkin’, “Lord, I only got worms and a soggy sammich!” Ain’t that just my luck? Here I am, big dreamer, no cash, just a pole and a prayer.

Local Moultrie swingers and dogging

No parent should be shocked that five high school football players hired prostitutes while on a road trip to North Carolina last week.

Moultrie in the US is a odd mix. I stroll on Main Street. It’s packed with charm and grunge. Then there’s Pine Ave – oh man, you never forget those neon lights. The colors change like you’re in a dream. Past the county museum and down by the old water tower. Yeah, that’s real.

Moultrie’s chief of police responds to shots fired in public places