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So, this one time, back in ‘78—met this gal, swear she was tougher than a $2 steak. Worked the corner near Wilmington, had a laugh that’d wake a coma patient. Told me—get this—whores in old Rome? Called ‘em *lupae*, she-wolves, ‘cause they howled for customers. Freakin’ wild, right? Made me chuckle, still does. But, man, it pissed me off too—how they’d get judged, ya know? Like Grace in *Dogville*, “she’s a gift,” they said, ‘til they chained her up.

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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."

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