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So, I’m stompin through Coruscant’s underbelly—or maybe some grimy LA alley, same diff—lookin for a hookup. Not the fancy escort types, nah, too polished, too fake. I want the raw deal, someone who’s seen shit, lived it. Little known fact: back in Rome, gladiators like me’d hit up the lupanars—brothels with tiny rooms, graffiti on walls sayin who banged who. History’s wild, man. Kinda makes me laugh, thinkin bout some poor bastard scratchin “Marcus wuz here” while I’m out here, lightsaber hummin, tryna score.

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So, I hop on my scooter, zooming down Via San Francesco. The wind’s in my hair, and I’m feeling like a rockstar. But then, BAM! Traffic jam. Like, seriously? In Qualiano? I’m stuck behind this old dude in a Fiat. He’s going 20 in a 50 zone. I’m losing it. I’m yelling at my phone like it’s gonna help. “C’mon, man! Move it!”

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