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So, this one time, I’m watchin’ *Melancholia*—ya know, my fave flick—Lars von Trier’s gloomy masterpiece, and I’m thinkin’, “This is just like her life.” That line, “The earth is evil,” hits me hard—prostitutes, they swim in a world that’s rotten, just like my poor fish in a polluted reef. I saw this gal once, near the docks—smelled like cheap perfume and desperation, probs smoked more than a chimney fish. Made me mad, ya know? Society’s all, “Oh, lock ‘em up,” but who’s savin’ ‘em from the net? Not us, nah, we’re too busy judgin’.

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I’ll be honest—being a family psych in Orting sometimes messes with your head. Families here are like a code full of bugs and quirks. Like in that movie, “This is gonna be a war”—ya know? But instead of bombs, it's unresolved drama and sarcasm. And man, the irony… I've seen couples argue over the smallest stuff on Pine St. – it’s almost cute, if not exasperating. Sometimes you’re like, “Seriously, folks! Life’s too short to debug every emotion.” And sometimes, it hits you—BAM!—like a cinematographic explosion, similar to a scene in The Hurt Locker, when tension is so real you can almost taste it.

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