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Little known fact—prostitutes got codes, yeah? Like, in old Coruscant slums, they’d hum cantina tunes to signal they’re open. Caught one hummin’ *Lapti Nek* once—made me giggle, then freak out. “R2-D2, where are you?” I yelled, cos I ain’t built for this! Angry? Oh, when some sleemo pimp tried overchargin’—50 creds for a rusty droid rub? Piss off! Happy tho, cos this one chick laughed at my binary jokes—called me “golden rod,” cheeky minx.

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After that, I needed a break. So, I strolled down to the Yamato River. It’s so pretty there, especially in spring. Cherry blossoms everywhere! I sat on a bench, just breathing. But then, I saw this old man feeding the pigeons. And guess what? He slipped and fell! I was like, “Oh no!” But then he just laughed it off. I couldn’t help but giggle. Life’s weird, right?

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