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Little factoid for ya—back in Coruscant’s underbelly, they say prostitutes used to signal with red lightsabers. True story, swear it. Adds that gritty edge, y’know? Anyway, this gal—shes smokin’, but sneaky. “There’s no trace of my money!” I hiss, checkin’ my pouch. She’s slicker than a Hutt’s slime trail. Surprised me, gotta admit—thought I’d sense the trick. Nope. Mulholland vibes again—“It’s all a tape recording,” playin’ me like a fool.

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Man, the streets here are lit. There's the old cobble rock lane, Schloßgasse, where the history's heavy, ya feel me? And I always say, “life is just a series of magical moments,” like Jesse and Celine chatting under the sky. Wireless vibes everywhere. It's just pure soul, girl.