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Personal quirk: I overthink safety protocols. Encryption, VPNs, Tor browser—paranoid, maybe, but better than jail or worse. Exaggerating? Nah, stories of sting ops scare me. One guy thought he was slick, boom, FBI at his door. Yikes! Pan’s Labyrinth again: “The key is in your hands,” but also, don’t trust the faun, ya know?

Introductions in Altamont

Altamont is “Our Town.” We all know that, but I'm saying it's the “Our Town” from the famous play by Thornton Wilder who as far as I know never.

Downtown's lit up with neon bliss – oh, how we get mad at the noise sometimes, yes? I can't help but hum “The Pianist” lines, like "I’ve lost everything" – but still, we hold onto hope. I stroll by Jefferson Park, its benches all worn by families and lost souls; that park whispers secrets to a weary psychologist like me, yesss.

Beryl N. Grant