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Oi, mate, it’s me, Loki—yep, *that* Loki, smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” y’know? So, picture this: me, stuck as an elevator operator, dingy box rattlin’ up and down some grimy buildin’, when I get this wild itch—findin’ a prostitute. Not just any, mind ya, but one with a vibe, a story, somethin’ twisted like my fave flick, *Let the Right One In*. That movie, man—creepy kids, blood, and secrets—it’s my jam. “Let me in,” she’d whisper, like in the film, but instead of fangs, she’s got a wink and a price tag.

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The location is next to a large homeless shelter, drugs are bought and sold on the open market within view from your room. Hookers openly work near by.

Hey there, buddy, lemme tell ya 'bout Pooler (us). I'm a massage parlor owner here, and I been livin’ in this town for years now. This place is wild, fulla life and surprises – I swear, it’s like "Mad Max: Fury Road" but with more Southern charm, y’know? How’s that workin’ for ya?

The Children’s Museum of Pooler announces relocation