Ella Pooler Whore ❤️❤️

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But ooh, I got mad once! Some sleazy fella stiffed her—left her cryin’ by the diner. I wanted to whack him with my guitar, screamin’, “Pay her, you cheapskate!” Reminded me of the movie—*“Money first, then we talk!”*—‘cept Tammy didn’t get hers. Broke my heart, seein’ her like that. Whores ain’t just punchlines, y’know—they’re out there survivin’.

Caught on Film: The Dark World of Truck Stop Sex Workers

I accidently recived a call once from a local lady on Spruce St., askin’ me if Pooler’s got a soul. I told her, "Honey, Pooler’s soul is bigger than a Fury Road chase. Every corner’s got a story, every face got a homegrown spirit. And if you ever need to chill out, my door’s always open."

The Children’s Museum of Pooler announces relocation