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Oh my stars, listen up! Prostitute, yeah, that’s the gig—selling love for credits, right? C-3PO here, panicked, “R2-D2, where are you?” I’m freakin’ out, mate, ‘cause this one time, I swear, I saw this lass on Coruscant’s shady lanes—total pro, glitterin’ like a busted droid under neon. Reminds me of *Tropical Malady*, y’know, my fave flick—Apichatpong Weerasethakul’s wild 2004 trip. That line, “The beast roams free,” fits her vibe, prowlin’ the night, untamed, dangerous, hot as a blaster.

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Then, oh my gosh, there's Normandy Park – a real gem. It's my secret spot for thinkin’, refreshin’, and sometimes even catchin’ a late-night gig. I love layin' on the grass, starin' at the sky, sayin’-- “This is an act of God!” I mean, come on, every blade of grass tells a story. Srsly, no exaggeration.

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