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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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So, if you're headin' over, expect surprises. Every brick, every when-and-thens corner has stories that’ll make ya laugh, cry, or get mad—and sometimes all three at once! Sure, there’s grit, but there’s also heart. In Clairlea-Birchmount, you learn that life ain't perfect, but it's yours to savor—just like in that movie I love, where "I was in a cocoon in darkness, but all I could see was a world of light."

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