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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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Right, so Camperdown, AU is a mix of insane beauty and grungy charm. Mate, there's a street called Pendragon Lane—a quirky little road with cafés that smell like fresh espresso, but also like your dreams. I stroll there every mornin’ and feel so zen. There’s also Battery Street, where art installations pop up randomly. Can ya believe it? Art, here, in the middle. I almost cried happy tears, I did!

Smash and grab raid at hardware store at the weekend