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About Gomel

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.

I get mad sometimes – the city's chaos gets to me. Grr, the traffic on Main Blvd cracks my nerves silly! But, yo, it's also pure magic. I sometimes think, “I am your father, city, show me your secrets.” Each massage session feels like exploring an uncharted galaxy. Even those tiny cafes off the beaten path, like Caffeine Alley, buzz with laughter and banter, and tastes that remind you life’s too short.