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So, I’m scrollin’, right? And I see this chick—gorgeous, I mean, wow! Bio says, “Lookin’ for fun, no strings.” Perfect! I’m in! But then—THEN—she ghosts me! After two messages! Two! I’m like, “What am I, chopped liver?” Made me so mad, I yelled at my phone—neighbors prob’ly think I’m nuts now. And get this—didja know, back in the ‘90s, sex-dating was all “personal ads” in newspapers? Yeah! Little known fact—people wrote, “SWF seeks SWM for discreet fun.” No pics, no swipes—just blind faith! Wild, right? Now it’s all “dick pics or bust.” Disgustin’!

The sting was a result of complaints from nearby business owners of illegal activities at the spa.

Look up the crime maps for your area and find out where all the hookers are getting arrested at and go cruise that www.facebook.comg: Redwood.

First off, I head down to the Redwood Ave. Gotta grab my morning coffee from that little café, you know, the one with the weird name—“Brewed Awakening.” I swear, their barista, Sam, is a wizard. I order my usual, a flat white, and he’s like, “You want a shot of magic with that?” I laugh, but honestly, I just wanted caffeine.

‘Floyd Collins’ and ‘Redwood’ director Tina Landau finds parallels in the musicals that strand Jeremy Jordan and Idina Menzel in nature