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We slip into an alley—dark, damp, pure *Mulholland* vibes. “This is the girl,” I think again, head spinnin’—wine or lust, who knows? She’s quick, efficient—prolly done this a hundred times. Me? I’m imaginin’ I’m Justin Theroux, all broody and lost, fuckin’ a stranger while the world unravels. “What’s my name?” I laugh again—stupid question, she don’t care. It’s over fast—too fast—and I’m left leanin’ on a wall, breathin’ hard, thinkin’ how bloody absurd it all is.

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I’m a family psychologist, and I dig these interactions. I watch how families blend their love with chaos. It’s kinda like Dogville—exciting, painful, and unpredictable, no? The people here are raw. You see love and anger, messy truth, and that makes me, like, so reflective sometimes.

T-Ben John Griffin Obituary February 23, 2025