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Rarrgh! What gets me mad? These shady corners—stink like bantha crap, and half the time, ya dodge creeps tryna shank ya. Happy tho when I found this one gal—sweet, chatted me up like we’re pals. “The intel was solid,” I growled, feelin like a badass. She even knew Wookiee grunts—rare as hell! Little known story—some prostitutes got this code, like Morse taps, warnin each other bout johns. Cool, right? Surprised me shitless first time I caught it—thought she was seizin up!

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Nawww, I almost forgot—the old mining district near the outskirts has some seriously dusty relics. Some say it's haunted by memories of the uranium boom days. I mean, come on, it's like a scene straight out of a movie, ya dig? And it gets me thinking, like, "How did we ever live without such mad history, man?" Oh yeah, still makes me smile just the thought of it!

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