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Picture this: me, black armor, red lightsaber hummin’, cruisin’ some sketchy alley. Neon lights flicker—pink, blue, trash everywhere. Smells like sweat and cheap perfume. I’m thinkin’, “Why so serious?” ‘Cause this ain’t no game, man. Findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ a pizza. Takes guts, takes knowin’ the shadows. I’m pissed—nobody’s tellin’ me the rules! Where’s the damn manual? Oh wait, there ain’t one, haha!

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By the time I head home, I’m exhausted but happy. Assafarge is a rollercoaster, man. One minute you’re dodging ice cream, the next you’re learning new spells. I flop onto my bed, thinking about all the craziness.