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What pisses me off? Liars. Dudes sayin’ they’re 6’2” when they’re 5’7”—bro, I’d zap ya with my ray gun! Catfishin’s the worst—like, why post a pic from 2010? Got me yellin’ “Fraud!” like I’m auditin’ claims. But yo, the hookup stories? Hilarious. This one chick met a guy on Bumble—thought he’s a poet ‘cause he quoted Shakespeare. Turns out, he’s a broke-ass waiter who Googled it. “Such extravagant courtesy!” I cackle, picturin’ Gustave clappin’ at the hustle.

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Men accused of buying sex through Cambridge-area brothel ring identified for first time. The clerk agreed to file charges against the first

I’ve seen the best and worst in this town. I get happy when I see neighbors helping each other, and I get riled when some punk disrespects our local legends. Like that one time on Waverly Road, I got all fired up 'cause someone trampled a centuries-old tree. I mean, c'mon! Who does that?

Kayaking at Natick’s Fisk Pond: Not what I expected