Pokahotass was not originally known by this sweet name nor did she always live in our fair city of Tampa. She was, in fact, born in a land to the south, on another continent far, far away. This land was exotic and titillating and these qualities became dotted in abundance all over little Poka. When she was a precious two years old, her mummy and daddy moved her from the home she loved to a place called Queens. This was only fitting because little Poka just knew she was a princess, in fairest hints and hues of blue. So Poka was pleased. Oh, did I tell you? Poka was always jutting her tiny fingers into something, so curious was she about things tight and secret. One day, Poka was carried away to a long island named Merrick. It is here that she assumed her present self, among those of a new tribe, leaving her old ways behind. Remember how we learned she liked to put her fingers into things? Well, the children of her new tribe learned of this as well and gave her a name: Poka. Not long after, as she grew up, Poka discovered wonderful pleasures and could be found probing and prodding the growing boys, who anointed her and gave her a name she could really be proud of: Pokahotass! But weÕre not talking about those boys just now. Time went on. Pokahotass moved away, and went to school to learn of fashion and finery, which were only the outward expressions of her inner flare and fineness. True to her nature, like those great creatures, she migrated again to establish herself in a new tribe, down here in Tampa, in the warmth and sunshine so like her native, exotic home. She found the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence of Tampa Bay, themselves exotic and titillating, who welcomed her into their circle. Now she can be seen with her new Sisters dancing in the public squares, calling on everyone in sight and earshot to indulge themselves in pleasure, but in safety and in measure.