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Oh, typo time—soryy, rushin’—prostitues, they’re survivors, man. Tougher than durasteel, swear it. “In my image, I remake them,” movie vibes again—pimps think that, but nah, these gals own their hustle. Sarcasm? Pfft, “noble profession,” they call it—noble as a Hutt’s arse! Chat ‘em up, tho—learn somethin’. Real folk, not holos. Find one? Look past the glow—truth hides there, it does.

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Now, streeeets like King’s Bend and Queenie Lane (hah! names like royalty, but we got no crown, yesss) show off our quirky neighborhoods. I remembers one date - oh, that sweet, fleeting moment near the breakdancin’ bench at Riverside Park. Man, our river, Slytherin River—no, wait, Sinderin River!—meanders like a lazy snake, splashin’ and smirkin’ at ya. The water reflects like the eyes of that film, “Ten”. "Looove," whispers each ripple. Precious, it’s a sight that prickles your soul, like ten times over.

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