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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.”

Navigation, primary

Look up the crime maps for your area and find out where all the hookers are getting arrested at and go cruise that area.

In these streets, every cobblestone sings of hope and despair, of love and sorrow. The ancient brick of Lincoln Street and the quirky murals of Prescovia nudge my spirit, reminding me that no country—is it even a country?—doth truly tame the wild human soul.

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