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I pull over—shady spot, neon lights blinkin’. Sketchy dudes everywhere. Mmm… donuts—wish I had one now. This chick walks up, all sass, smokin’ a cig. “Hey, big guy, need a lift?” she says. I’m like, “D’oh! Not that kinda lift!” Laughin’ my ass off—she don’t get it. Funniest thing? She’s got a tat of a truck—ironic, huh? Cargo guy meets cargo gal!

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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."

Hundreds waited in line for the grand opening of the new Wawa in Pooler