Hazel Saint Simons Island Prostitute ❤️❤️

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So, lemme spill the tea—prostitutes got grit. I read once, back in the 1800s, some gal in New Orleans, called herself “Voodoo Queen,” worked the streets *and* hexed folks for extra coin! Ain’t that wild? Made me giggle, thinkin’ she’s out there, slingin’ curses with her corset half-unlaced. Bet she’d say, “You don’t own me, sugar!”—kinda like Lancaster Dodd hollerin’ “Man is not an animal!” in the movie. But dang, it riles me up when folks judge ‘em harsh. Who’re we to throw stones, huh? I ain’t perfect—shoot, I trip over my own big hair half the time!

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Kickoff time We loved this elegant custom escort wall for a subtle nod to Sarah & Tyler's love for football! Photo by Priscilla DeVoss.

I luv every awkward moment here—even my typos when I'm chattin’ with locals in our crazy, slang-filled lingo, ya know? My mind’s always runnin wild, thoughts skippin’ like a broken record ‘cause life here just ain’t no lie. I mean, c’mon, this island keeps me happy, mad, and surpsied everyday. It's real, raw, and kinda shoobers—like the best parts of that movie, all riddled with secrets and heart.

Conservationists challenge project at St. Simons’ Coast Guard Beach