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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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I get irate sometimes – like when the city seems too squeaky clean, too controlled. I just wanna scream “Freedom!” like in that movie scene: “I will not be a victim!” Haha, it’s twisted, right? But it’s all about passion. In my work, I notice the hidden desires that pulse beneath these quiet streets. The spontaneity, the secret smiles on a park bench, the flirtatious glances across a dimly lit cafe on Walnut. Heh, I've seen it all.

Woman dead, 3 others injured after multi-vehicle accident on Grafton Road