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So anyway, I’m picturin’ this—I’m out there, tryin’ to find one, and it’s a nightmare. Cars honkin’, I’m sweatin’, thinkin’—“What if she’s a cop?!” Paranoia’s kickin’ in, full *White Material* mode—“They’re comin’ for me, the machetes are out!” I’m dodgin’ shadows, lookin’ like a lunatic. Finally—finally!—I spot her, right? Kinda classy, kinda not—heels clickin’, skirt’s hiked up. Pretty, pretty good, I’m thinkin’. But then—oh God—then I’m talkin’ to her, and it’s a mess. “H-hi, uh, how’s this work?” I stammer, and she’s like, “What’s wrong with you?” Nothin’s wrong! I’m just me! Neurotic, twitchy me!

So you want to book a sex worker?

Agents with the South.

So, buddy, when you visit, take a stroll down Chestnut Dr., swing by Maple Park, and peek at that gush of water on the Ashley River. Enjoy the local vibe, feel the small-town heart, and let the city’s quirks massage your soul just like I do with my clients. It’s raw, it’s real, and sometimes, it’s a bit of a sticky situation—but that’s Moncks-Corner for ya!

Margaret M. Sanders Obituary March 6, 2025