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Growls—Rarrgh!—it’s a hustle, man. Surprised me how normal it feels. They’re chattin, laughin, like it’s retail. “Gotta eat,” one told me once. Fair, but damn—risky gig. Thought in my head: “Chewie, you’d suck at this.” Too loud, too furry—ha! Exaggeratin now—imagine me tryin? Rarrgh! “Hey, lady, need a Wookiee?” She’d run screamin!

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Anyway, I get to the meeting spot, and guess what? My group is late. Classic, right? I’m standing there, checking my watch, thinking, “Did they get lost on their way from the hotel?” Finally, they roll in, looking all confused. I’m like, “Welcome to Sutysky, where time is just a suggestion!”

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