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Hey. I’m Dylan. Born here on a foggy morning in ’86, and aside from a few stupid years in Vancouver, I never really left. That city taught me one thing—you can’t fake the smell of tide flats and cedar smoke. I’ve been a sexology researcher, a line cook, a failed monogamist. Now I ghostwrite love…