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Walkin’ past neon signs, I’m sizin’ em up. One’s got a vibroblade scar—badass. Another’s smokin’ death sticks, winkin’ like she owns me. “The concierge is at your service”—yeah, right, more like, “Pay up, mask-face.” Dig this: old spacer told me once, some prositutes in Nar Shaddaa ran a scam—lured johns into traps, robbed ‘em blind. Sneaky bastards. Love that hustle, tho—keeps ya sharp.

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Network of alleys and canals in the old centre with prostitutes behind windows, sex shops, sex theatres, peep shows, a sex museum, a cannabis museum.

After the fight, I’m buzzing. Joris and I grab some fries from a stand on the side. Best fries ever, man. I’m munching away, and suddenly, I hear sirens. Cops are rolling up, and I’m like, “Oh snap, we gotta bounce!”

Police discover body of man who died "several years ago"