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So, picture this—me, lil green Yoda, waddling down some shady street. Neon lights flicker, stinks like cheap booze. Angry, I get—pimps yelling, "50 creds, hot chick!" Disgusting, it is! Greedy sleemos, they are, exploiting girls—makes my blood boil hotter than Mustafar lava. Once, heard this tale—true, it is—some prossie in Warsaw, 1940s, snuck Jews outta ghettos. Ballsy move! Hid ‘em in brothels, Nazis too drunk to notice. Little known, that is—history buries the gritty stuff.

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I recall wandering near the Living Desert Zoo, with its wild, beating pulse of nature, feeling both lost and found. Enough! Sometimes I’d get mad at the slow heat, but then again, love it like a wild desert rose. Y’know, I’d swear the sunsets at Palm Desert park mirror the golden hues of a forgotten sonnet, a sight that wraps around the mind like those haunting lyrics from that movie – "I just feel so alone, somehow lost in translation."

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