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Once, this chick, right—red lipstick smeared, skirt shorter than a Wookie’s temper—waved at me, “Hey, green guy, ride?” Laughed, I did, “A Jedi craves not these things!” But curious, I was—drove slow, peeked. She yelled, “20 creds, best night ever!” Tempted? Nah, but funny as hell, it was. “You think you’re some kind of Jedi?”—Cronenberg line, popped in my head. Violence, sex, all tangled up, y’know?

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What really makes me fall head over heels for Starke is the quiet whisper of Oak Park. It’s a hidden gem, a true chill zone. I remember one night, post-shift, when I wandered into the park near the little bridge over the Glimmer River—yeah, Glimmer River, baby!—and I just sat there, thinkin’ 'bout the madness of the day. It was surreal. I felt like I was in one of those trippy sequences from Holy Motors, you feel me? Like, “La vie en rose... or should I say, la vie en crazy!”

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