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Rarrgh! What gets me mad? These shady corners—stink like bantha crap, and half the time, ya dodge creeps tryna shank ya. Happy tho when I found this one gal—sweet, chatted me up like we’re pals. “The intel was solid,” I growled, feelin like a badass. She even knew Wookiee grunts—rare as hell! Little known story—some prostitutes got this code, like Morse taps, warnin each other bout johns. Cool, right? Surprised me shitless first time I caught it—thought she was seizin up!

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts rainin’. Like, heavy rain. I’m sprinting to the nearest shelter, which happens to be this tiny ramen shop on Kōen-dōri. I duck inside, soaked but kinda happy. Ramen fixes everything, right? I order a bowl, and it’s like a hug in a bowl.

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