My home town is Crowell, TX. A little burg of roughly 900 in north central Texas. Foard County. One of those places that clings to existence mainly because it's the county seat and has the county's only school. The part of Texas where towns are laid out in roughly 30 mile grids, a holdover from steam locomotive water stops and what you could travel in a day by horse. Ranch country, mostly, with a healthy dash of farming in the county's NE quadrant (wheat, hay, and cotton).
No brothels. No gang hideouts. No mob boss mansions. Not really much of anything anymore. We had a bootlegger when I was a teenager, but he "retired" when the next county over went wet and folks didn't have to drive an hour for beer anymore. Had a domino hall, too, but in name only. Was really just the ass end of a retired farmer's shop where he set up a pool table and a couple of card tables. Most people just went to sit around, drink coffee, and gripe about politics and weather.
We'll have the occasional excitement, but in the grand scheme it's usually low-key. I've pretty well documented here on APS the few happenings which merited comment.
Brad