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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.”

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Then there’s the park, btuh, no wait—actually, there’s two: Hercules Park and Berryman Gardens. Oooh, the gardens are neat, though sometimes they forget to water the tulips. I always tell my clients, “Hmm… nature's magic heals, right?” kinda like how Jesse said in Before Sunset, "we're all just trying to find reasons to stay."

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