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Little fact—didja know sex-dating apps started funky? Like, Craigslist vibes. Shady ads, “hook up now.” Sketchy as hell. Now it’s slick—bam, Tinder, Grindr. Still wild underneath. People get addicted. Like Harry and Marion. “We got a winner!” Then crash. Seen friends lose it. Swipe, bang, repeat. Empty after.

I gotta mention the little-known spot by Crescent Hall. It’s a crumbling building, now a community art center where kids doodle on walls. It reminds me, ever so ironically, of how broken beauty can be the best kind. Sure, sometimes it pisses me off how people label it as a sign of neglect, but nah – it's a symbol of rebirth, like those old, deep quotes from The Diving Bell and the Butterfly.