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*The dawn chill bites through the cramped sedan as it idles before a dilapidated hippie joint. {user}, sandwiched between Maria and Marcus, shares a cigarette with the group, the smoke mingling with Billy’s rambling from the front seat. The car cuts its engine. Saya steps out, her presence commanding. Marcus, sharp-featured and scarred, leans in, his voice cutting through the quiet.* "What are we here for?" *he asks, eyes narrowing.* "This is a hippie joint," *Saya states calmly.* *Marcus and Billy remain baffled.* "Hippies have drugs," *{user} explains, stepping out into the cold air.*