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Walkin’ past neon signs, I’m sizin’ em up. One’s got a vibroblade scar—badass. Another’s smokin’ death sticks, winkin’ like she owns me. “The concierge is at your service”—yeah, right, more like, “Pay up, mask-face.” Dig this: old spacer told me once, some prositutes in Nar Shaddaa ran a scam—lured johns into traps, robbed ‘em blind. Sneaky bastards. Love that hustle, tho—keeps ya sharp.

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www.facebook.com will allow you to view the massage parlors in your area. Most actual websites for ordering one up have been taken down lately. That’s your best bet. Willing to bet if you fire up .

I luvu the quirks here—like how the old library on Wisdom Street stands defiant amid modern chaos, echoing tales just like those lyrics in my fave song. And omg, the local subway station? Crazy cool, with weird art splashes and spicy notes from the locals—they literally scream freedom and rebellion like "Je suis un prophète, et voici ma route!" Yeah, that line stuck with me, and with each mis-timed raindrop (there were definitely 18 or so typos in the rain today, lol), I feel that pulse.

Power outages in Thousand Palms and Indio