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So, I’m dodgin sketchy humans, all “R2, ya little git, help me!” Streets smell like piss and regret—lovely, innit? Fun fact: back in Victorian times, they called em “ladies of the night”—fancy, huh? None of that posh crap now, just straight-up “yo, how much?” vibes. I’m ragin, cos some sleemo tries rippin me off—50 credits for a quickie? Mate, I’m a droid, I don’t even—ugh, humans are gross! But then, this lass, she’s all chill, smirkin like she knows I’m outta my depth. “We’re a team,” she says, like in the movie—cracked me up, cos I’m like, “Team? I’m a flippin protocol droid!”

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Here are a few things you can try. Cats usually don't go far. They just hide well. Cats are very active at dusk and dawn.

I got a fave spot, too: a random little cafe on East Olmsted Road. Their coffee slaps! I’m in love with its underdog vibe, like every cup reminds me to embrace the mess and magic of lovin’. It's where I scribble my wild thoughts, like, “The whole world crumbles, but love’s eternal.”

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