In this edition of the things we declass: love, lust, and the number of fun that comes right after one.
To mark summer’s end, civility throws in the towel.
If these Thompson Hotel condo residents had the foresight to invest in curtains, they’d be the kinds of telenovela characters the audience guiltily cheers for. Sans curtains: finger-wag recipients.
Because, apparently, all it takes is a cheerful exclamation point to nudge this Craigslist heading out of Creepsville and into the “strictly platonic” pages.
The bowels of romance.
Sure. Why not.
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