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*Heavy breathing* I am Vader… your father. Prostituta, huh? Dark alleys, flickering lights. Reminds me of Anatolia’s endless roads. “Life’s a cruel riddle,” they say in that flick. Women out there, selling skin. It’s raw, real, desperate. Some choose it, others trapped. Makes my black heart ache. Saw this gal once, Maria, in Coruscant’s underbelly. She laughed, said, “Vader, I’m free!” Free? Ha! Lies. Chains everywhere—pimps, cops, hunger. “You can’t escape fate,” movie whispers. Prostitution’s old as sin. Ancient Rome had lupanars, brothels lit red. Still same game—power, lust, cash. Makes me wanna choke someone. *Breath* I’m calm… sorta. Maria had this scar, knife fight. Said, “Clients get wild.” Wild? Disgusting. But she smiled, tough as durasteel. Respect that. Movie’s got this line—“Truth hides in shadows.” Prostituta’s truth? Survival. Some save for kids, others for dreams. Pisses me off—world’s cruel. Why her, not some senator? *Sigh* Humor? Sure. Ever hear ‘bout “Vader’s discount”? Gals joke I’d scare clients away. Ha! I’d Force-choke ‘em first. Surprised me, tho—some prostitutas run shelters. Secretly. Helping sisters escape. That’s… light in darkness. *Breath* My thoughts? Messy. Hate the system, not them. Wish I could fix it. Me, a Sith, soft? Nah. Just… human, maybe. “No one’s innocent,” Anatolia murmurs. True. We all got dirt. Prostituta’s just honest ‘bout it. Keep breathing, friend… it’s a grim galaxy.