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So, findin’ a prossie—ain’t no holo-net search, nah. You gotta know the spots, the vibes. Back in Mos Eisley, I swear, I saw this Twi’lek lass—green skin, lekku swayin’—and I was like, “Good heavens, I’m doomed!” She winked, and I nearly short-circuited. Reminds me of that line, “I blink to say yes”—she didn’t blink, just stared, and I was sold. Cost me 20 creds, cheap for a droid’s first thrill!

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