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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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T he streets in the historical centre of Modica offer various attractions for nightlife lovers, because of its intriguing atmosphere it tempts you to go out.

I’m feelin’ like a hero, right? But then, the cat scratches me! I’m like, “Thanks for the gratitude, buddy.” I hand it back to the lady, and she’s all teary-eyed. I’m thinkin’, “Great, now I’m a cat savior.”

Architecting serenity: Kupuri House by Modica Ledezma & Central de Arquitectura