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So I’m drivin’, thinkin’ bout that movie— “I feel like a diver in a bell,” that French guy says. Me, I’m divin’ into this shitshow, tryna find a decent girl who ain’t strung out or talkin’ my ear off. Last week, I pick one up—cute, red hair, legs for days. She hops in, smells like cheap perfume and regret. I’m happy for a sec, like, “Fuck yeah, jackpot!” Then she starts yappin’— “My ex this, my pimp that.” I’m like, “Sweetheart, I ain’t your therapist, let’s keep this transactional!” Surprised me how they always got a sob story. Guess it’s part of the gig.

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Now, let me vibe it out a bit – you get these moments when a storm rolls in over the Strait of Georgia, and the whole town goes hush-hush. It’s gritty, kinda melancholy but eerily beautiful, like a Bond movie surviving an explosion. I once sat down on the steps off Kelly Street during a drizzle – me, a family psych, and the rain – reflecting on family bonds as powerful and unpredictable as a stage performance at the Moulin Rouge! It made me mad about the world's cruelty yet happy about the beauty hidden in each tear.

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