Emily Moultrie Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Oi, mate, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores, right? Been thinkin’ ‘bout this slag all day—whore’s a proper piece o’ work, innit? Like, I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ me tea, watchin’ *There Will Be Blood*, and I’m like, “This tart’s got Daniel Plainview vibes!” Y’know, that ruthless git who’d sell his nan for a quid? Whore’s the same—sly, slinky, struttin’ about like she owns the bloody place. “I drink your milkshake!”—that’s her, nickin’ yer wallet while smilin’ all sweet-like. Cacklin’ at that, I am!

Thank you for visiting.

David Eugene Hooker, son of the late William James Hooker and Doshia Mae Hooker, was born on September 29, in Moultrie.

Ever seen the Baxter River? It winds past the town, a trickle of history. That river’s got a story. It cuts through the south side near Riverside Dr. It’s a secret gem, only a few know about that mellow spot. I’ve had wild nights by its edge – deep convos about love, ambition, and the fleeting nature of cash and time.

Read the March issue of Moultrie Scene magazine!