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*deep breath* I am your father, so listen up. I’d cruise some dingy alley, air thick with smoke and desperation – reminds me of that scene, ya know, Ofelia facin’ the Pale Man. That tense, “oh shit” feelin’. You don’t just stroll up and say, “Hey, babe, how much?” Nah, it’s a dance, a game. Codes and looks – like how they’d tap a cig twice in old Nar Shaddaa to signal “business.” Freaky history, right? Blew my mind when I heard it.

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I gotta mention the river – the Big Creek that flows right past the southern edge of the town. It’s such a mood setter. I once walked along its banks on a rainy day (rain, man, so like life, right?) and felt this gigantic surge of passion and nature combined into a soulful moment. I even washed away some of my workday blues there. And then there’s the local art mural on Willow Street – loud, vibrant, and weird enough that folks stop and scratch their heads, like “What da heck is dis?” Hah, gotta love the local eccentricity.

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