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Alright, listen up, ya horny bastards—sex-dating’s a freakin’ mess, ain’t it? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout it, and it’s like, everybody lies, right? Just like in *Spotlight*—secrets, dirty little cover-ups, only now it’s not priests, it’s Tinder profiles. You swipe, you match, you think, “Oh, jackpot!” Nah, pal, it’s a scam half the time. Catfish city. Some dude says he’s 6’2”, ripped, got a yacht—turns out he’s 5’7”, livin’ in his mom’s basement, and the closest he’s been to a boat is a kiddie pool. “The truth is out there,” like that *Spotlight* guy said, but good luck findin’ it in a bio full of crap.

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Adam agrees to a double-date with his ex-childhood sweetheart, Corri. But he really amps up the awkward by hiring a hooker as his date off the bad advice.

Oh, oh! Side road near River Twisp, runnin with small water streams do – not big but zippy, like laughter. Railyards, lo-cally hidden gems, run down if ya know where to look. Crazy, right? Overgrown paths, secret smiles in corners, they be.

Fire damages Holliston barn built in 1871; blaze prevented from getting to home