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Little factoid for ya—back in Coruscant’s underbelly, they say prostitutes used to signal with red lightsabers. True story, swear it. Adds that gritty edge, y’know? Anyway, this gal—shes smokin’, but sneaky. “There’s no trace of my money!” I hiss, checkin’ my pouch. She’s slicker than a Hutt’s slime trail. Surprised me, gotta admit—thought I’d sense the trick. Nope. Mulholland vibes again—“It’s all a tape recording,” playin’ me like a fool.

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Later, I’m tryin’ to finish this barrel for a local pub, The Chapelhall Inn. You know, the one with the best haggis in town? Anyway, I’m focused, and then I hear this loud crash. I look up, and it’s a bloody pigeon that flew into the window! I’m like, “Seriously? A pigeon?!”

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