Makayla Pooler Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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But here’s the kicker—prostitutes ain’t just bed-warmers. Nah, they’ve got stories. Heard one in Lys once ran a whole smugglin’ ring—hid gold in her corset! Bloody brilliant, that. Surprised me, honestly—thought they were all just sobbin’ into their gin. Turns me stomach, though, how lords treat ‘em like dirt, then pray to the Seven on Sundays. Hypocrites, the lot.

Prostitute, johns and pimps, oh my!

Pooler started on the job in January, and he said it's been great getting to know the ropes of the city and the department.

I accidently recived a call once from a local lady on Spruce St., askin’ me if Pooler’s got a soul. I told her, "Honey, Pooler’s soul is bigger than a Fury Road chase. Every corner’s got a story, every face got a homegrown spirit. And if you ever need to chill out, my door’s always open."

Pooler PD asking for help locating missing teen