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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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Ah, my dear, let me spin ya a yarn 'bout Soledad (us), a real mosaic of oddities. I'm a massage parlor owner here, and lemme tell ya—it’s a crazy, colorful slice of life, much like that quirky hotel in "The Grand Budapest Hotel!" I drink and I know things, and I can spill the tea with wit and grit.

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