Julia Pooler Brothel ❤️❤️

About San Diego

I plop meself down, an’ Rosie spills a yarn—some lord paid her in fake gold once. Fake! Got me blood boilin’—cheatin’ a workin’ gal? That’s lower than a bilge rat! But then, she winks, says she swapped it fer real coin off a drunk. Crafty lass! “This is my city,” she boasts, echoin’ Lil’ Zé’s swagger—made me grin wide. Brothels, see, they’re chaos—raw, messy, like them favela shootouts. An’ I love it! The thrill, the danger—keeps ye sharp!

Winter Sale

I always wander 'round the quiet neighborhoods – Old Mill Lane and Hopkin’s Ct are my personal faves. Y'all never know what secret nook or cranny you’ll find. Sometimes I think, life here is like drivin’ through a post-apocalyptic dream – chaotic yet perfectly calm. And o' course, there’s that sense of community. Folks here care about each other. Like Dr. Phil says, “We don’t need fancy words. We just need to be real.”

City of Pooler issues boil water advisory