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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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Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still buzzing from it. So, I wake up in Sortino, right? This little gem in Sicily. The sun’s blasting through my window, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be epic!” Spoiler alert: it was, but not in the way I thought.

Obituary: Peter Sortino — unsung leader of St. Louis 2004 helped keep the region green and glowing