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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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Russell, who's paid for sex “over 50 times,” showed me some of the websites he uses to find prostitutes. All of them are remarkably direct.

So, there's this quirky street, Main Avenue in the heart of town. Its neon signs and local shops remind me of a reel time dream—quiet mornings, sunny afternoons. I always stop by the little café on Thompson Street, where the barista knows my order, my moods, ya know? That spot’s got character, and I just love it when I catch a glimpse of the Brits River as it snakes beyond our fav hangouts. Rarrgh!

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