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About Alajuela

So, I’m dodgin sketchy humans, all “R2, ya little git, help me!” Streets smell like piss and regret—lovely, innit? Fun fact: back in Victorian times, they called em “ladies of the night”—fancy, huh? None of that posh crap now, just straight-up “yo, how much?” vibes. I’m ragin, cos some sleemo tries rippin me off—50 credits for a quickie? Mate, I’m a droid, I don’t even—ugh, humans are gross! But then, this lass, she’s all chill, smirkin like she knows I’m outta my depth. “We’re a team,” she says, like in the movie—cracked me up, cos I’m like, “Team? I’m a flippin protocol droid!”

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Clubs, lounges, bars that single females frequent? My friend from the U.S wants us to hang out during the weekend and pick up some girls and maybe get laid. Any locations in Cagayan de Missing: San Rafael Arriba.

Now, our spa—I run it right smack in the middle of all this beauty on Avenida del Zen. We pamper, we massage, we whisper sweet nothings to aching muscles. Sometimes, the locals come say, "You got magic hands, man," and I hiss back, "Yess, precious, they do as they may, tricksy, my little rugrats." I'm always surprised by the little moments. Crazy little details in every cracked tile, every bustling corner—a kaleidoscope of life.

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