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First off, these humans are WILD. Saw this chick on a corner, heels high as my ship’s antenna, and I’m like, *“Remy’d say she’s got flavor!”* Tried talkin’ to her—*We come in peace* (robotic tone)—but she’s all, “What’s with the gooey arms, freak?” Rude! Made me mad, like, c’mon, I’m a classy alien, not some slimy chump. But then she laughed, and I’m like, okay, she’s cool. Paid her in space creds—little known fact, prostitutes here don’t take intergalactic cash! Had to zap her some Earth bucks instead. Total hassle.

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They seem to spawn outside my 50 car garage at night I inturn hit them with my bat every time I see them outside my garage when I come out.

Wander along Rue de la République, and you'll feel history whispering in your ear—or maybe it's all that heavy fog from the Citadel of Bitche looming overhead, watching you like a silent guardian. I mean, that citadel is so badass, it makes you go "I can't believe my eyes!" It's perched high, sweeping over the valley, and giving this epic view of the town and the little river that trickles by—yeah, that’s the Bief, babyyyy!

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