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Once, on Coruscant—total chaos. This chick, all glitter, says, “50 credits.” I’m like, “For what, a hologram?” She smirked, “Justine vibes, baby.” Straight outta *Melancholia*—that doomed wedding scene. Felt surreal, man, like planet’s crashin soon. I paid, tho—angry but curious. Little known fact: some hookers got codes. Secret signals, hand twitches—wild shit. Learned that from a smuggler buddy.

I Was a Sex Worker. Here’s What I Want You to Know

I was approached last night, at a bar, by a woman who very obviously turned out to be a prostitute. I hired her, there was no “pimp”, she was in control.

By downtown, there's quirky art spots. Check out Pop’s Alley on 6th Ave – graffiti on walls, wild colors, like life itself is a canvas. Street vendors buzz around, sellin' tacos, and I mean, heck, they’re bomb, so real. I sometimes blush all over when I see these creative souls.

Lightning strikes blamed for at least one house fire