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Rarrgh! What gets me mad? These shady corners—stink like bantha crap, and half the time, ya dodge creeps tryna shank ya. Happy tho when I found this one gal—sweet, chatted me up like we’re pals. “The intel was solid,” I growled, feelin like a badass. She even knew Wookiee grunts—rare as hell! Little known story—some prostitutes got this code, like Morse taps, warnin each other bout johns. Cool, right? Surprised me shitless first time I caught it—thought she was seizin up!

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But then, the day takes a turn. I’m walking down de Welle again, and I see this art exhibit at the local gallery. I’m thinking, “Why not?” I walk in, and it’s all abstract stuff. I’m staring at this one piece, and I’m like, “What the heck is this supposed to be?” It looks like a toddler went wild with paint. I’m trying to be all cultured, but I just can’t. I mean, art is subjective, right? But c’mon!

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