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This one time, I matched with a chick—profile said “adventurous.” Thought I’d get some freaky rooftop sex. Nope! She just wanted to hike—HIKE! I’m like, "Where’s the adventure in blisters, Susan?" Felt like the brothers in *The Return*, lost as fuck, rowin’ to nowhere. “The island is close”—yeah, close to bullshit. Sex-dating’s a gamble, man—sometimes you score, sometimes you’re stuck with a granola weirdo.

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An upcoming parole date for a convicted child sex offender has been revoked after a number of victims came forward to testify against him.

So, lemme start: you got the main drag, Maple/10th, yeah, right? It's like a lifeline. I stroll that street and see these quirky cafés, street art—like, actual murals that shout "Hey, look at me!" There’s also that dingy alley, near “Smitty’s Bar”, where every tim eyy, there’s some secret vibe. I swear, those walls almost whisper secrets like—“We tell stories, we tell stories,” just like, oh, that movie we both love, Stories We Tell, remember? “If it’s that deep, you gotta say it.”

Letter: It is wrong to close Oquirrh Hills Elementary School