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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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I grab the kid, and he’s like, “I thought I was gonna die!” I’m like, “Chill, bro, you’re good now.” But inside, I’m freakin’ out. I get him back to shore, and his mom’s there, just screamin’ like a banshee. I mean, I get it, but c’mon, lady, I just saved your kid! A little gratitude wouldn’t hurt, ya know?

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