Anna Pooler Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

So, here’s the deal—I knew this chick, right? Street name was Candy, real name probly somethin’ lame like Carol. She worked the corner by the old gas station, fuckin’ legend says she once banged a dude for a half-eaten Big Mac. Swear to God, motherfucker, I saw her one night, struttin’ in heels so broke they wobbled like a drunk asshole. Made me laugh, shit! “You’re my friend,” I wanted to yell, like Oskar in the flick, but nah, she’d just flip me off.

A review: Bay Street's 'Cabaret'

Now, I ain't new to the hustle – I seen some mad moments. There was that one time when a stressed-out fella burst in sayin’, “I need relief NOW!” and I told him, "You’re bein’ as wild as a war rig on a stampede!" It was hilarious and kinda remind me why I love this job, even when deals go sideways.

Sister of 5-year-old victim charged with abandonment, cruelty to children after near-drowning