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About Graz

Where do ya even start? Back in the day, Coruscant’s underworld—crawlin’ with ‘em. Not sayin’ I did, but I *saw*. Little known fact—some call ‘em “credits-for-comfort” girls. Funny, huh? Galactic slang, cracks me up. You’d think it’s all glitz—nah, it’s gritty. Stumble into a cantina, spot one—boom, negotiation’s on. “How much?” “What’s the vibe?” Like tradin’ blaster parts, but… sexier.

Pimpernel:

The former Elm Guest House near Barnes, south-west London, where boys were allegedly groomed for sex.

Ya know, every district has its quirks, and Simmering doesn't disappoint. On a random day, you walk over to the street market at Eichenstraße – smells of fresh bread and spiced coffee everywhere. It’s a jolt of energy that makes ya think, "Damn, this city’s alive." Kinda like saying, “No regrets, just lessons.” I loooove that vibe; makes all the late nights worth it.