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Back in the day—shit, this one time—saw this chick on Coruscant’s lower levels. Shady spot, neon buzzin’, smelled like burnt wires. She was all “You got credits, big guy?” Made me laugh, her sass! Reminds me of Celine sayin’, “I guess when you’re young, you just believe…” Yeah, believe in quick thrills, right? But damn, it pissed me off too—whole system’s messed up. Girls out there, hustlin’, while rich assholes sip wine up top.

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Now, lemme spill the tea: the cobblestone streets of Calle de la Herencia are my daily runway. I stroll along and think, “Goddamn, life is strange!” Then there’s Plaza de Italica, where ancient ruins linger, whispering secrets of the past. Man, every time I mash my fingers on some knots, I wonder if those old Roman vibes got some cool energy they send down my spine!

Spanish Miguel Maury Buendía, new Apostolic Nuncio to the United Kingdom