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So, I’m investigatin’ this chick—real pro, works downtown. Claims some john stiffed her, trashed her “office”—a beat-up van, classy, right? She’s filin’ for damages—damages! I’m yellin’, “You’re a hooker, not State Farm!” But she’s got receipts—condoms, lube, the works! I’m dyin’—this is my life now?! Reminds me of *Timbuktu* again—“The cow’s worth more than me!” she’s basically screamin’. I’m like, “Lady, your van’s worth less than my lunch!”

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Since this newsletter is supposed to be funny, let's say you are a high-end prostitute (hopefully you find that funny). You make $4, per.

Mauldin ain't huge. It's got this vibe, like, every street's got secrets. Check out N. Main St.—yeah, that one where I once set up a bugged date. I swear, it felt like the whole universe was conspiring against my love life. The irony, yeah? "Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring" kinda gives you that cycle of hope and nope, innit?

Crash blocks lanes of I-385S near Mauldin