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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.

So you want to book a sex worker?

Some men turn their wives as prostitutes and share with strangers for money regularly. Is there any man who can tell his own experiences in this matter?

Then, I decide to wander around. Ide’s got these narrow streets, and I’m dodging people like I’m in a video game. I’m thinkin’, “Where’s my flock when I need ‘em?” I miss my sheep! They don’t judge me for spillin’ coffee.

Erica Ide Obituary (1947 - 2024) - Pasadena, MD - The Capital Gazette