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So, picture this—me, lil green Yoda, waddling down some shady street. Neon lights flicker, stinks like cheap booze. Angry, I get—pimps yelling, "50 creds, hot chick!" Disgusting, it is! Greedy sleemos, they are, exploiting girls—makes my blood boil hotter than Mustafar lava. Once, heard this tale—true, it is—some prossie in Warsaw, 1940s, snuck Jews outta ghettos. Ballsy move! Hid ‘em in brothels, Nazis too drunk to notice. Little known, that is—history buries the gritty stuff.

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Sometimes I get mad—so damn mad when I see neglect in the little parks by Brookside, where families laugh yet a few hide sorrow. Yet, I'm also thrilled! Like that time I found a hidden mural behind the Community Hall. It shouted "LOOK!" in neon shades—a beacon for those brave enough to dream.

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