Elizabeth Pooler Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

Whore’s misunderstood, like me—dark, loud, badass. People see the mask, not the soul. *Talk to Her* whispers that—“Nothing is simple.” Damn right. Whore’s a puzzle, a fuckin’ enigma. Ever think how she feels? Tired, probly. Happy sometimes? Maybe. Angry? Hell yeah—like me when Luke whines.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

No one know the closest crack whore pulling their panties aside for the toot.. go back to Savannah South Side. Stay away from Doodles. Bitch.

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.”

Pause the paving: Pooler residents plan march on city hall for Friday and Tuesday