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About San Antonio

So, findin’ a prostitute—helluva task. I ain’t talkin’ the shiny Hollywood crap. Real world’s messy, smells like cheap whiskey and regret. You start askin’ around, folks clam up. “I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about, Ron.” Liars. Every damn one. Pisses me off—makes me wanna punch a tree. But I dig deeper, like Lenny huntin’ his wife’s killer. “Remember Sammy Jankis,” he says. I say, “Remember that shady bar on 5th.”

Mauldin Crime Report: Prostitution, Assaults, Burglaries

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?

Softball Game Preview: Laurens Raiders vs. Mauldin Mavericks