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Hmmmm, whore, you say? Think, I must, about this. Dark and twisty, the path is, like in *The Lives of Others*. "Listen and wait, we must," Gerd Wiesler’d say, spying on them shady folks. Whore, man, ain’t just a word—it’s a vibe, a hustle! Streets, they hum with it, shadowy corners whispering secrets. Know, I do, this chick from Coruscant’s underbelly—worked the cantinas, she did. Credits, she stacked, faster than a podracer! Angry, it made me, seein’ her used, tossed aside like bantha fodder. “Feelings, hmm, dangerous they are,” I’d mutter, pacing.

So, I swing by the new place, “Falafel Frenzy.” The owner, this dude named Avi, is super chill. He’s got this wild beard and a smile that could light up the whole street. I’m like, “Avi, my man, let’s get you some promo!” He’s all in, and we start brainstorming ideas. I’m thinking social media blitz, maybe a falafel-eating contest? Sounds fun, right?

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