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Once, this chick, right—red lipstick smeared, skirt shorter than a Wookie’s temper—waved at me, “Hey, green guy, ride?” Laughed, I did, “A Jedi craves not these things!” But curious, I was—drove slow, peeked. She yelled, “20 creds, best night ever!” Tempted? Nah, but funny as hell, it was. “You think you’re some kind of Jedi?”—Cronenberg line, popped in my head. Violence, sex, all tangled up, y’know?

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Then there's Lakeside Avenue—hey, that street’s got some real energy; the river Wren flows by and its babbling waters are like whispers to your soul. Seriously, it makes me say, “I am the wind, I am the sea,” in my head. The locals? They’re a riot. I mean, my buddy Tony always grins when he passes by Saffron Lane near the old town hall. True story, man.

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