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What pisses me off? The fakers, man. Girls actin’ sweet, then ghostin’ you after cash’s out. Like, “Every work of art’s a portrait”—yeah, a portrait of my empty wallet! Hate that crap. But when it works? Oh man, fireworks. This one chick—redhead, smokin’—she’s whisperin’, “Let’s make our own copy.” I’m done, heart racin’, thinkin’ I’m in a damn movie.

Going undercover as a sex worker

The Mauldin Police Department seeks hardworking and highly motivated candidates to become police officers and dispatchers.

I’ve got my own quirks. I'm that schmuck who likes to code at odd hours in the old loft on Maple Hill Rd. The nearest coffee shop on Ridgeview stinks of too-much hipster drama. But oh, the irony; here I am, running digital dating, and Mauldin's real dating scene is utterly bonkers. Seriously, you’d laugh—if you weren’t crying from the absurdity.

Obituary for Mitchell "Mitch" Lee Mauldin, Jr.