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Walkin’ past neon signs, I’m sizin’ em up. One’s got a vibroblade scar—badass. Another’s smokin’ death sticks, winkin’ like she owns me. “The concierge is at your service”—yeah, right, more like, “Pay up, mask-face.” Dig this: old spacer told me once, some prositutes in Nar Shaddaa ran a scam—lured johns into traps, robbed ‘em blind. Sneaky bastards. Love that hustle, tho—keeps ya sharp.

Metairie, LA

Oh, and have you been by Metairie Ridge Park? It’s chill and perfect for clear-think. I often stroll there after work, heart beating with the rhythms of my day. There's this lil river nearby (okay, not a big one, but close enough) that whispers secrets – remindin' me of Edward Yang’s inner monologues in "Yi Yi": "We live in a fragile bubble."

42 'severely neglected' dogs seized from a Metairie home. Half are puppies.