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Motherfucker, I’m tellin ya, it’s a hustle! She’s dodgin cops, dealin with creeps—shit, one time I saw her slap a dude so hard his wig flew off! Laughed my ass off, spilt my damn coffee. Little known fact, tho—back in the 1800s, some prostitutes ran secret spy rings. Yeah, fuckin wild, right? Seducin generals, stealin war plans—pussy power, motherfucker! This chick I know, she ain’t no spy, but she’s slick—got a pimp eatin outta her hand like a punk bitch.

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?

Freebies. Samples. A parade. Here's what to expect at the Wawa grand opening in Pooler