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Mr. T loves the chaos, tho—drivin’ hookers ‘round, blastin’ tunes, livin’ large. Graphics? Rough, but gritty’s the point, yo. Kinda like Wes Anderson’s quirky shots—ain’t perfect, but got soul. “I’m the captain now,” I’d growl, takin’ over a block—felt badass! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but Mr. T don’t half-ass nothin’!

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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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