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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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Man, I remember one time I was wanderin’ around Lake View Dr. (oops, not the real name, but ya get the drift!) and stumbled upon this chill little bookshop run by an old soul. I got mad excited because it was like, "Every book tells a story!" It felt just like Sarah Polley’s movie vibes, filled with hidden truths.

Car crash reported on South Wagner Avenue near Ripon