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Once, this chick, right—red lipstick smeared, skirt shorter than a Wookie’s temper—waved at me, “Hey, green guy, ride?” Laughed, I did, “A Jedi craves not these things!” But curious, I was—drove slow, peeked. She yelled, “20 creds, best night ever!” Tempted? Nah, but funny as hell, it was. “You think you’re some kind of Jedi?”—Cronenberg line, popped in my head. Violence, sex, all tangled up, y’know?

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If I had to say, it's a physical scent without vanilla that prostitutes and male prostitutes would wear, and it has a resort feel like "Bali" like the animation.

After that, I needed a breather. So, I walked over to Via della Repubblica. It’s a cute street, lined with shops and cafés. I popped into this little bookstore. You know, the kind that smells like old paper and dreams? I love that vibe. I found this book about the history of Dosson. Did you know it used to be a major trade route? Crazy, right?

Roy Eugene Dosson - 2015 - Campbell-Plumly-Milburn Funeral Home