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About Los Angeles

Ain’t no fancy holo-map for this. You gotta feel it—grime, sweat, the Force gone rogue. Found this chick, right? Total mystery, like Betty in the flick. “Where am I?” I’m thinkin’, starin’ at her. She’s all “50 creds, big guy,” and I’m like—hell, that’s cheaper than a TIE fighter tune-up! Made me happy, real quick. But then—anger. She’s rushin’ me, like I’m some stormtrooper grunt. “I find your lack of faith disturbing,” I growl, slow and mean. She laughs—*laughs*! Ballsy move.

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I gotta say, it’s the kind of city that oozes spontaneity. The rain sometimes messes up my hair (ugh, brutal!) but man, it brings out the city’s artsy, raw side. There’s poetry in puddles, baby! Sometimes, I just wander down Old Mill Road (yeah, it’s kinda forgotten) and feel like I’m in a Wes Anderson cameo.

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