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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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Neighbors? They’re a mix of hip creatives and old-school hustlers. I chill in Tiny Park on Elm for sunrises. Nah, it's not a big landmark but trust, it's where my wildest chats go down. I even had a heart-to-heart one time with a local baker at Oak and 3rd—sounding all wise like, "We strike at dawn," even if I'm just ordering coffee.

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