Julia Poole Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Birmingham

Ssss, sometimes I wonders—whore’s like us, ain’t she? Split, torn, lovin’ an’ hatin’ herself. “Guzzoline!”—that’s her blood, keepin’ her goin’. Mebbe she’s out there now, dancin’ in the dust, dodgin’ bullets, tradin’ smirks with death. Surprised me once, thinkin’ o’ her like that—tougher’n me, tougher’n the Ring! Hiss! Reckon she’d spit in Immortan Joe’s face, laugh while he chokes. Ooh, me loves that image—makes me heart skip, precious.

Poole on a map

"They trained you in a brothel," he reminded her, whispering in her ear so the others would not hear. "Jeyne is the next thing to a whore, you.

There’s hidden gems too. Ever heard of Poole Quay’s secret boat ramp? Not many fink of it, but it’s a killer spot for watching lazy boats drift past. And the views of Brownsea Island from there? Pure magic, man. You know, sometimes I forget I’m an Administrator and not a poet – office life’s taught me the beauty in the overlooked stuff.

Poole Quay pub reopens after six-week refurbishment