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So, sex-dating—man, it’s a riot! You got folks posin’ with fish pics—why, bro?—or chicks with ten filters, lookin’ like goddesses ‘til you meet ‘em and—bam—surprise! Catfish city. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ mead, laughin’ my ass off at the desperation. Like, one time I heard this story—true shit—dude matched with a gal on Hinge, drove two hours for a “date,” and she ghosted him at the bar. Left him with a $20 tab and blue balls. Savage! Made me angry for him, but also—ha!—what a dumbass. Lesson one: don’t trust a profile sayin’ “adventurous soul.” Means they’re flaky as hell.

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I gotta mention neighborhoods too. La Vila is my stompin' ground where locals hustle and laugh through the daily grind. I was once caught bickering with a local over a parking spot near Pl. de la Corts, and man, it got heated—D’OH, but then we both cracked up and shared a beer. That was rad.

Mother of murder victim Maribel Gonzales, speaks about the indictment