Honestly, I'm exhausted just looking at it! I'm standing in front of one of those famous Toronto high-rises—all glass on the outside, completely hollow and soulless on the inside. I left the neon lights and the never-ending hustle of Madison Square Garden behind like a cloud of glitter, but even this Canadian frost can't dampen the "truth-bomb" fire burning inside me.
Now, I'm drifting like a plume of smoke toward one of Yorkville's trendiest towers—the kind that screams, "I'm incredibly rich but pretending to be humble."
Why? Because my target is set Social media's most nauseating, scripted "Perfect Couple."
