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So, I’m stalkin’ closer—slow, ominous, y’know? She’s got this look, like she knows I’m a Sith messin’ with fate. “What’s your price?” I rasp. She laughs—LAUGHS—at me! Pissed me off, like, who’s this nobody mockin’ Darth freakin’ Vader? But then she says, “50 credits, big guy.” Cheap! Surprised me—thought she’d rob me blind. “The air hums with silence,” movie line pops in my head—fit the moment perfect.

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But then, outta nowhere, I bumped into this old dude. He was chillin’ by the water, feeding ducks. He looked like he had stories for days. I asked him about the history of the place. Turns out, Hermansverk used to be a big deal for trade back in the day. Who knew? I was all ears, and it made me feel kinda happy.