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Where’d I start? Dark streets, neon buzzin’, that’s the vibe. You don’t just stroll up, nah, takes guts. “Motionless voyage,” like Oscar says—standin’ still, but movin’ deep. Found this chick once, all sass, heels clickin’. Asked her rate—50 creds! Felt my Sith blood boil—50?! Robbery, I tell ya! But she smirked, “Power’s in demand, Vader.” Cheeky. Kinda liked it.

Then there’s Mercy Lane. Its crooked, old bricks, and local legends swear that on quiet nights you can hear whispers, almost like the wind reciting lines from Brokeback Mountain – “I wish I knew how to quit you…” Too deep, right? I always get chills. Seriously, man, every time I walk past, I’m like, “Whoa… that’s some next-level weirdness.”