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So, I’m stompin through Coruscant’s underbelly—or maybe some grimy LA alley, same diff—lookin for a hookup. Not the fancy escort types, nah, too polished, too fake. I want the raw deal, someone who’s seen shit, lived it. Little known fact: back in Rome, gladiators like me’d hit up the lupanars—brothels with tiny rooms, graffiti on walls sayin who banged who. History’s wild, man. Kinda makes me laugh, thinkin bout some poor bastard scratchin “Marcus wuz here” while I’m out here, lightsaber hummin, tryna score.

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So, first off, the streets… Oh my god, the streets. Main Street is bomb. I stroll there, thinkin’ ‘bout couples on dates, fights, or kids playin’ by the curb. I love how Empire Street cuts through like a knife. Seriously, some of the locals call it, like, “the heartline”. I’m always amazed how it pulses with life!

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