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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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On the internet, you can see people saying that it's been way safer for a while, even gentrified and all. But you also have others telling really bad stories.

Man, what a day! I swear, being a tractor driver in Ommoord is like riding a rollercoaster, but without the safety bar. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s barely up, and I’m already thinking about the chaos ahead. Ommoord, this little gem in the Netherlands, is usually chill, but today? Nah, not today.

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