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Happy, tho, seein’ her outsmart the sleemos—pure gold! “Do or do not, there is no try,” I’d cheer, fist bump in my head. She’d smirk, flip her hair, workin’ johns like a Jedi mind trick. Once, heard she conned a Hutt—took his spice AND his ride! Ballsy, that was—exaggeratin’, maybe, but who cares? Fun, it is, imaginin’ her zoomin’ off, cacklin’. Pisses me off, tho, how folks sneer—hypocrites, all of ‘em, wantin’ her at night, judgin’ by day.

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The river blowing by, the estuary of the Vallon, oh yes, it’s sneaky and soft, whisperin’ secrets to those who listen. I, as a counselor, find solace there, eavesdropping on nature’s gentle counsel, like an ear to a troubled heart, my precious! Ain’t it strange? Sometimes the wind feels like a long lost friend, murmuring, “Do you want to know what really matters, my precious?”

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