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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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Based on the dialogue in the first movie, Billy and Sidney were definitely dating when Maureen was murdered.

Finally, I get to the river. The water’s cold, but I’m ready. I dive in, and it’s like, WHOA! Fish everywhere! I’m talking about schools of them. I’m feeling like Aquaman or something. But then, outta nowhere, I see this trash floating. Like, seriously? Can’t people just keep it clean? I’m fuming.

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