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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.

Every stone, every cracked pavement in Berre-l'Etang tells a tale. Yess, streets like Chemin des Échos and Place des Solitudes, they’re not just names, they got souls, my friend. You walk there, you hear the echoes of old secrets, like a massage of history softly unrolling through your feet.

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