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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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After that pastry disaster, I decide to hit up the castle. Lancaster Castle, man! It’s got that medieval vibe, and I’m all about it. I’m wandering around, taking pics, feeling like a tourist in my own city. But then I overhear this group of tourists talking about how they think the castle is haunted. I’m like, “Yeah, right.” But then I start thinking, what if it is? I mean, ghosts in Lancaster? That’d be wild.

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