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Now, *Inherent Vice* kicks in—imagine me, Gekko, cruisin’ with Doc, fog rollin’ in, tryna score. “What’s the play, man?” I’d ask, and he’d mumble some stoned nonsense—“Chicks dig the vibe, man.” Ha! Vibe don’t pay the bills, but greed does. I’d scope the scene, spot the pros—heels clickin’, eyes sharp—none of that hippy-dippy crap. One’d sidle up, all “You lookin’ for somethin’ groovy?” and I’d hit back, “Groovy’s fine, but cash talks louder.”

I stroll down the Grosse Freiheit. It's not perfect, but it's got scars and dreams. Each brick tells a tale. Oveerrated? nah, it's a gem, ya know? Once, i sat in this tiny café on Spielbudenplatz (yeah, that place--awesome and weird), just breathing in the madness and magic, feeling like every stranger had a secret.

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