Addison Pooler Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

Oi mate, so ‘ere’s me, Mr. Bean, yeah, stumblin’ round talkin’ bout whores – hah! Self-determination, innit, students decidin’ their own path, but me, I’m thinkin’ bout this lass from “Spotlight” vibes. Whore, right, not the word ya expect, but lemme ramble! *trips over imaginary chair* Oof, clumsy me! Picture this – some gal, workin’ the streets, makin’ choices, right? Like them journos in me fave flick, diggin’ deep, “We gotta nail this story!” – that’s her, nailin’ life, her way.

Etymology and terminology

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.

Now, Pooler is a mix of quiet corners and busy streets. You got Highways 21 snowballin’ thru like a dusty convoy, and then there’s the old Main Street near Benson Road – that area gets a steady flow of peeps. I sometimes see folks comin’ out sharp from work, lookin’ all stressed and in need of a little TLC – that’s where I come in, of course!

Children's Museum of Pooler to relocate elsewhere in Tanger Outlets