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About Manchester

Walkin’ past neon signs, I’m sizin’ em up. One’s got a vibroblade scar—badass. Another’s smokin’ death sticks, winkin’ like she owns me. “The concierge is at your service”—yeah, right, more like, “Pay up, mask-face.” Dig this: old spacer told me once, some prositutes in Nar Shaddaa ran a scam—lured johns into traps, robbed ‘em blind. Sneaky bastards. Love that hustle, tho—keeps ya sharp.

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Honestly, I love every freakin’ inch of Rosyth. Even when the rain punches ya in the face, the streets have a soul. Odd little spots along the deserted back alleys show the grit and grace of the folks wearin’ their life stories on their sleeves. The massage parlor mirrors that – each client’s story is etched in my mind, and the city gives ya a canvas as wild as any movie scene.

Plans for up to 360 homes in Rosyth are met with objections