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So, here’s the deal, bud. You’re cruisin’ downtown, lights flashin’, neons buzzin’ like flies on a hog. Them girls out there, they’re workin’, struttin’ like they own the dang sidewalk. Git-R-Done! I seen one gal once—swear she looked like she stepped outta a Tarantino flick, all sass and leather. Made me laugh, thinkin’, “Man, she’d tell the mayor, ‘You’re no good!’” just like in *Leviathan*. Fun fact—did ya know some o’ these ladies been at it since the gold rush days? Hist’ry says San Fran had ‘em lined up like cattle in 1850! Wild, huh?

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I walked past the old bakery on Avenue des Charmes—best damn croissants in the region, or so I heard. I remember droppin’ by on a crazy rainy night, and I shouted, “I am your father,” at the pastry chef when he served a piece that reminded me of that wild, smoky scene in Inherent Vice. Ridiculous, right? But, bro, that moment? It's etched in my cerebellum.

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