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What pisses me off? The hustlers, man—dudes pretendin they got the goods, then bam, you’re out 50 creds and stuck with a holo-ad. Happened once, nearly Force-choked the punk. Happy tho? Found this one chick, rough voice, scars like a roadmap—real as hell. “What are we waiting for?”—straight outta *Before Sunset*. She didn’t bullshit, just laid it out: 100 creds, no hagglin. Surprised me how she stared right through the mask, like she knew I wasn’t just some Sith prick.

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So yeah, my friend, Demarest is a bizarre mix of mellow vibes and gut-punch moments. It’s quirky, and sometimes bloody infuriating. But you know what? It's home, even if it sometimes drives me up the wall. Just remember: if you ever get frustrated here, whisper, "I’m the Wolf of Wall Street." And maybe, just maybe, things will flow smoother like a good massage.

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