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Oi, you lot, listen up! Me, Cersei Lannister, cold as ice, smirking at filth—I’m talkin’ bout findin’ a prossie. Yea, a prostitute, don’t gimme that look! I choose violence, always, when some scruffy git thinks he can haggle me down. Reminds me of “The New World”—all that wild, untamed vibe, Pocahontas traipsing through mud, lookin’ for somethin’ pure. Hah! Pure? In King’s Landing, you’re lucky if the wench ain’t got fleas.

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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?

A family affair: Trio of brothers work in Mauldin Police Department