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So, I’m an accountant, right? Crunchin’ digits, lovin’ *Inherent Vice*—that flick’s a trip, man, all hazy and weird, like a sexual-massage gone wrong. Doc Sportello’d prolly dig it, stumblin’ into some shady parlor, high as a kite, mutterin’, “This is a righteous bust.” Me? I’d be countin’ the cash they’re rakin’ in—did ya know some of these joints pull six figures under the table? Tax evasion city, pisses me off! IRS’d have a field day, but nah, they’re too busy chasin’ corpos.

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The local park, Parque del Amor, is, like, my little sanctuary. I sit on a worn bench under an ancient oak, thinking about life's crazy intertwinings. I literally feel the pulse of the city there – it's soft, it's tender, it's wild. And, um, don't even get me started on the river, Ria de la Esperanza – that glimmering water that runs by the edge of town. It's both soothing and brutal, a constant reminder of nature’s fierce, unyielding energy… and, like, it totally mirrors our inner struggles sometimes.

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