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So, I’m stalkin’ closer—slow, ominous, y’know? She’s got this look, like she knows I’m a Sith messin’ with fate. “What’s your price?” I rasp. She laughs—LAUGHS—at me! Pissed me off, like, who’s this nobody mockin’ Darth freakin’ Vader? But then she says, “50 credits, big guy.” Cheap! Surprised me—thought she’d rob me blind. “The air hums with silence,” movie line pops in my head—fit the moment perfect.

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There were days – oh my days – when I was mad as all heck (curse those never-ending bureaucracy headaches) but then I’d step out on the cobbled streets of Bajadres and everything calms down, like in a bloody miraculous scene from cinema. Everything here reminds me of every little joy and struggle mingled together.

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