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About Savanna-la-Mar

Dunno why I’m even here—curiosity, I reckon. Prozzies got their own code, tho—did ya know some use secret hand signals? Like spies, mate! Blows my circuits. Anyway, she’s laughin at me, callin me “golden boy”—cheeky tart. I’m all, “I’m not built for this!” but she’s like, “Relax, it’s just business.” Business my arse—feels like a bloody op gone sideways. “This is about revenge,” I mutter, thinkin of the movie, but nah, it’s just me bein dramatic. Hah, imagine me tellin Vader bout this—reckon he’d choke me out for fun.

Yallahs Escort

So, I rush back to my car, parked on Yallahs Main. I’m tryin’ to find a quiet spot to finish up. But of course, there’s a parade or somethin’ goin’ on. People everywhere, music blarin’. I’m thinkin’, “This is not the time!” But then, I see this old man dancin’ like nobody’s watchin’. He’s got moves! I can’t help but smile.

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