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But then—ugh—she stiffed me on a tab once. Pissed me off, big time! I’m yellin’, “You owe me, damn it!” She just winks, gone like smoke. “Solitude is my strength,” she prolly thinks, quotin’ Yinniang in her head. Surprised me how slick she was—slipperier than a Hutt’s handshake. I’m over here, heart racin’, half in love, half ready to zap her with a stun rod.

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Later, I take a breather outside. The rain’s stopped, and the sky’s clearin’ up. I can see the old Dalkeith Palace in the distance. It’s kinda beautiful, you know? Makes you forget the chaos for a sec. I’m thinkin’ about how this town’s got its charm, even with all the madness.

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