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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.

So you want to book a sex worker?

Palmers Green, London, A tall and heavily built man shot the year-old antique dealer outside his home with a calibre automatic pistol on 24 March

So, I finally get my kebab, and it’s glorious. I take a big bite, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m in heaven. But then, I spill some sauce on my shirt. Great. Just great. Now I look like a walking condiment.

School site in Palmers Green set to be earmarked for housing