Hazel Pooler Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

Gets me happy, though, thinkin’ bout the ones who flipped the script. Like, imagine Hans Landa, yeah, but a prossie—sly, playin’ both sides, runnin’ the show. I’d tip me hat to that. But the sad shit? Most ain’t got a choice—pisses me off, world’s a toilet sometimes. Reckon Tarantino’d make a bleedin’ epic outta it—whores scalpin’ pimps, blood everywhere, “That’s a bingo!”—fuckin’ mint.

Daily republican., December 16, 1839, Image 3

And if the name of wife appears more sacred and more valid, sweeter to me is ever the word friend, or, if you be not ashamed, concubine or whore. To wit.

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 city leaders look ahead to 2025, future developments