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About Philadelphia

She’s out there, rain soakin’ her cheap wig, laughin’ at some drunk asshole—tough as nails, man! “It’s not my fault!”—movie line fits perfect, she didn’t pick this shit life. Me? I’d zap those pimps to the Netherworld, pow! Quirky thought—bet she’s got a lucky charm, like a busted lighter. Sarcasm time: “Oh, great career choice, lady!”—nah, she’s just playin’ the cards she got. It’s showtime, baby—prostitutes, they’re the real undead, walkin’ the edge!

Cocaine trail leads to Pooler prostitution, pimping bust

Avoid this place unless you're trying to conduct yourself illegally. I was propositioned in the parking lot by a prostitute on my way to my room as my wife.

One of my fav spots? The little park over on River Road. It's serene – almost like a hidden oasis. Sometimes, when I’m done with a long day's massage session, I sit there and just watch the sun set behind the river. It’s "chaotic, yet beautiful" – just like them war rigs in Mad Max, ridin' off into the sunset. Ick’d love to go there more often, but heck, work never stops, y’know?

‘It was a shock:’ Children’s Museum of Pooler searches for new home