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Little known fact, tho—back in the 90s, before apps, folks used newspaper ads for hookups. Called ‘em “personal columns.” Horny losers writin’, “Man seeks woman, no strings, must like cats.” Imagine the balls it took! No pics, just vibes. Now we got dick pics flyin’ left n’ right—progress, huh? Makes me laugh, but also kinda pissed. Where’s the mystery? Everybody’s oversharin’. “We’re gonna find out who did this,” like the *Spotlight* team, but in sex-dating, it’s more like, “Who’s gonna screw me over next?”

Nobody is coming soon

Carrie Meeber arrives in Chicago to find work in prostitution and, not surprisingly, advertising. Chronicling her adventures is a narrator who "disfigure(s).

But just when I thought the day was winding down, I saw a little girl struggling to stay afloat. My heart dropped. I jumped in without thinking. The water was freezing, but I didn’t care. I reached her just in time. “I got you!” I said, pulling her to safety. Her parents were freaking out, but she was just giggling. Kids, man.

Death Notice of Frankie Tully (née Hall) (Dalkey, Dublin)