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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.”

After that, I decided to stroll down Al-Jazeera Street. It’s got this vibe, man. Street vendors everywhere, selling everything from fresh fruits to random trinkets. I saw this old guy selling these weird-looking spices. I asked him what they were for, and he just laughed. “For life, my friend!” he said. I mean, what does that even mean? But I bought some anyway. Gotta spice up my life, right?

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