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Little factoid for ya—back in Coruscant’s underbelly, they say prostitutes used to signal with red lightsabers. True story, swear it. Adds that gritty edge, y’know? Anyway, this gal—shes smokin’, but sneaky. “There’s no trace of my money!” I hiss, checkin’ my pouch. She’s slicker than a Hutt’s slime trail. Surprised me, gotta admit—thought I’d sense the trick. Nope. Mulholland vibes again—“It’s all a tape recording,” playin’ me like a fool.

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So, I’m walking down the street, feeling all sticky and stuff. Togane’s got these cute little houses, and the cherry blossoms were still hanging on. I swear, they were like, “Look at us, we’re beautiful!” And I’m like, “Yeah, but I’m a mess.”

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