Sex, lies, and property records

I can't with these scumbags, I swear to God

The first time I met Angie, not her real name, I was at a holiday party, being inundated with corgis.

I was distracted — both by the corgis and the fact that I still needed to pack for winter break — and did not pay as much attention as I should have when a friend brought Angie over and said, “This is Natalia, she might be able to help you with the prob…