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About Villach

Little fact for ya—didja know prossies been around since forever? Like, ancient Rome had ‘em struttin’ in togas, takin’ coins! Wild, innit? Bet they didn’t have no Michelin stars like Remy’s chef dreams, tho. Anyway, I’m leggin’ it past this alley—smells like bantha poodoo—and there’s another one! She winks, I glitch. “Oh my, I’m not programmed for this!” Heart—if I had one—poundin’ like mad!

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Sometimes the streets get mean. Truly. I’ve seen shiny smiles melt into tears on Whisper Rd. Those times? Brutal, raw, and real. But that’s life here in PRum (at)! I get all tangled emotions, feel every pulse of joy and anger. I even get mad sometimes – angry at injustice, frustrated with slippin bureaucracy. Ugh, ain't it typical? But then I remember: “I pity the fool who gives up hope!”

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