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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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Kept up all night by guys coming and going, lots of loud talking in Chinese by the granny prostitutes who gather at the back of the rooms up the end.

Oh man, Coffs-Harbour is freakin’ wild, dude! I've been here for years, running my spa out on Park Beach Road – yup, smack dab near those gorgeous sandy stretches where the ocean practically sings you to sleep. Eat my shorts! The city has these cool vibes, y’know? Every corner screams unique. I wander down Pacific Drive and BAM – there’s this cozy local café where the coffee’s so good it practically sings “Bloody Mary, motherf—!” (ya know, kinda Tarantino style, haha!)

Sixers Cricket League launches in Coffs Harbour