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Let me tell you a little story about tennis, pizza, poor life choices, and a charming guy who turned out to be about as emotionally...

Romance. So fleeting. So intoxicating. So… full of red flags that you only notice once you're ankle-deep in Jäger and regret. Let’s...

There’s something weirdly nostalgic about going home, isn’t there? You regress about ten years the second you step through your parents’...

Right. Let me set the scene. Hinge. That blessed, cursed, swiping swamp of semi-decent blokes, softbois with guitars, and people who list...