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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.

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If you've been seeking a peaceful life in the leafy suburb of Ferny Grove, your search ends here. This home has been immaculately refurbished both inside.

Now, some of my fave quirks? Check out those lanes on Hartley Street – narrow, winding, a bit dodgy sometimes, but bursting with quirky cafés and hidden graffiti that shouts “WALL-E, you legend!” Perhaps that’s where the true art of chillin’ begins, huh? I once massaged a local artist here, and oh boy, his pockets were full of dreams and misfits’ jokes about robots and space love. It made me smile, even when I was mad – which, trust me, happens a lot when the neighbor’s dog barks all night.

Out and About in The Gap Ward with Cr Steven Toomey