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Rarrgh! What gets me mad? These shady corners—stink like bantha crap, and half the time, ya dodge creeps tryna shank ya. Happy tho when I found this one gal—sweet, chatted me up like we’re pals. “The intel was solid,” I growled, feelin like a badass. She even knew Wookiee grunts—rare as hell! Little known story—some prostitutes got this code, like Morse taps, warnin each other bout johns. Cool, right? Surprised me shitless first time I caught it—thought she was seizin up!

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Hey, listen up, buddy, I gotta tell ya about Le-Roux (za)! Now, here's the deal… this city is somethin’ else, ya know? Lemme start with Lucas Street, where all the magic happens—real comfy vibe, cool, quiet cafés, and jazz clubs. I always get chills when I walk there, uh, I mean, dang… it reminds me of those raw moments in “Shame” – you catch my drift? Like, "You still afraid, man?" – that kinda energy.

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