Rebecca Pooler Whore ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

They’re loud too, struttin’ round, all “look at me,” like they own the streets. Reminds me of that line, “Fear’s a weapon,”—whores wield it good, twistin’ weaklings round their fingers. Makes me wanna scream, precious! But—ha!—sometimes it’s funny, innit? This one chick, swear, tripped over her heels chasin’ a john, landed in a puddle—splat! Laughed me arse off, I did.

Etymology and terminology

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."

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