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So, we’re vibin’, me and this bird, and I’m feelin’ that “Inherent Vice” buzz—like, is she real, or am I just high on life? “You’re a real trip,” I tell her, and she laughs, all husky. Turns out, she’s got a story—used to be a typist, got sacked for nickin’ pens, ended up here. Wild, right? Made me sad for a sec, but then she’s all, “Fancy a go, luv?” and I’m back, baby!

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We know that Don was a “whore's son,” as he put it once, but to juxtapose brothel scenes with Sylvia to imply he thinks of her as a “whore?” I.

I remembers. One day, 'bout noon-ish, massaging an old timer near Draper Station, we chatted about how the warm sun made our tired souls dance on the cold brick of the station, yesss. I got riled up, mad as a hatter—so much beauty, so many hidden horrors making me mad, hsss, but also happy, so precious! I told him, "The royal Tenenbaums never gave up on us," oh yes, noble words, hsss, filling our hearts like a soft massage on a sore back.

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