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Then there's the Uptown District. Home of the quirky dating spots I built for my app—yeah, that's my baby. Tinder meets street art on Archibald Ave. The crowds roll in on Friday nights, chattin’ and bumpin’ along, all lights and noise. It’s like a scene out of Holy Motors, man, “You merely adopted the dark”—and damn they do it well.

Teenagers discovered murder victim Darren Perry's body in backyard of Greenwith home, jury hears