Delilah Pooler Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this—me, Beetlejuice, shepherd vibes, chillin with my flock, right? Sheep don’t care ‘bout morals, they just bleat and eat. Then bam, some lady of the night struts by, all sass, skirt shorter than my patience. I’m like, “Whoa, she’s got more balls than half these shepherds!” True story—knew this gal once, swore she’d bedded a duke AND his horse. Dunno if I buy it, but damn, made me laugh ‘til I pissed myself. “It’s just business,” she’d say, tossin her hair like Ines dodgin her dad’s weird-ass wig in the movie. That’s the vibe—whores don’t flinch, they own it.

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I gotta mention the little quirks too. Like, I've noticed folks always talk 'bout that weird little diner on Peachwood Ln. Now, don’t ask me why, but that diner serves the best greasy spoon breakfast in seven counties, rippin' like a scene from a desert chase – "The world’s just a road, baby!" And lemme tell ya, that kinda stuff makes me mad happy every dang day!

Pooler Police investigate more than a dozen February car break-ins