Let’s be real: in Old Town Scottsdale, “dirty” has range. Sometimes it’s the state of your group chat after a Saturday night, sometimes it’s your DMs at 2 a.m., but here, we’re talking about the one kind of dirty we can all agree on: the dirty martini. Because if you’re going to brave the sticky,

If there’s one thing I’ve learned from writing about love and dating in Los Angeles, it’s that the games, the players, and the heartbreaks all look a little different depending on your zip code—but the chaos is always universal. After years of decoding West Coast situationships and hunting for “the one” in a city that