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About Philadelphia

Where do ya even start? Back in the day, Coruscant’s underworld—crawlin’ with ‘em. Not sayin’ I did, but I *saw*. Little known fact—some call ‘em “credits-for-comfort” girls. Funny, huh? Galactic slang, cracks me up. You’d think it’s all glitz—nah, it’s gritty. Stumble into a cantina, spot one—boom, negotiation’s on. “How much?” “What’s the vibe?” Like tradin’ blaster parts, but… sexier.

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Final Destination 3 when one of them (Steve?) starts telling the story about how they had to grovel to the priest to go on the senior class trip to Six Flags.

Ohhh, my precious, let me tell ya 'bout PLoomis (us), yess, precious! Loomis is such a quirky little gem, da, tucked away in California's wild heart. Ahhh, where do I even start? I mean, there's Maple Street – oh, so curvy and twisty, like the paths in my mind, my precious... then there's the old oak-lined Elms Lane. It’s sooo serene, it makes yer heart sing, yess, it does.

Nick Loomis