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Little known fact—prostitutes got codes, yeah? Like, in old Coruscant slums, they’d hum cantina tunes to signal they’re open. Caught one hummin’ *Lapti Nek* once—made me giggle, then freak out. “R2-D2, where are you?” I yelled, cos I ain’t built for this! Angry? Oh, when some sleemo pimp tried overchargin’—50 creds for a rusty droid rub? Piss off! Happy tho, cos this one chick laughed at my binary jokes—called me “golden rod,” cheeky minx.

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This definitely could have been a vagrant camping out at the park, possibly high or drunk.. given the location, this isn’t unusual.. but I’ve never experienced anything like this at walnut before .

I roam around Broadway Plaza, where the flashy shops and cafes buzz like a secret mission. Man, it’s like "The hunt begins!" every day. Strolling down Mt. Diablo Boulevard, my feet tingle—seriously, I feel each vibe as a masseur. I know every knot and tension in these streets, ya know?

Why does Walnut Creek cat yowl mornings and nights?