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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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On this trip they would enjoy something that they would rarely experience in the South Pacific – the friendly and comforting presence of convoy.

Omuta’s a riot, man. Take Chuo Dori – the central street – buzzin’ with energy. I walk there at night and, oh boy, the neon lights blur with all those secret glances and quiet smiles. It’s like every corner whispers, "Anyone can cook!" (yup, a lil’ Ratatouille-style inspo right there!)

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