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What gets me? The guts it takes. These folks—prostitutes—they’re out there, riskin’ it. Cops, creeps, the lot. Makes me think—“I missed you so much”—that line from *Blue*. Hits different when you see the loneliness in it. Ain’t all sexy holovids, nah. Some’re just tryna eat. Others? Pure rebellion. Met one once—tatted-up Twi’lek, swore she’d never bow to no Hutt. Respect, man. Made me happy—rare for a Sith, y’know?

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So, come visit, my friend! Let Mount-Ivy (us) wrap you in its odd, urban embrace. Traipse around its streets, whisper to its winds, and maybe even find a secret or two – just beware of those streets that twist and swirl, like our precious riddling dreams. And remember, as I always mutter in my head, “Stupid, fat hobbit!” when things go sideways. Enjoy it while you can, because oh, this city's charm is as fleeting as a whispered promise in the night.

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