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What gets me happy? When it works. Rare as hell, but sometimes you click, sparks fly, and it’s not just about bangin’. Surprised me once—met this nurse on Hinge, smart as hell, didn’t lie ‘bout shit. We hooked up, talked for hours after. Felt like a freakin’ unicorn. But mostly, it’s a cesspool. People posin’, pretendin’ they’re into yoga or “deep convos”—bullshit. Everybody lies, always. “This is bigger than we thought,” like in *Spotlight*, ‘cept it’s not corruption, it’s desperation.

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Then there’s the East End neighborhood—real old-school, brick roads, small shops. You wouldn’t think much, nah? But trust me, there’s hidden gems there. I once found this tiny antique store on Birch Lane that blew my mind. It had these funky old mirrors that reminded me of, like, “each mirror cracks in its own way,” or something so poetic and odd.

Photos: Uxbridge blanks Gardner in D7 quarterfinal