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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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Ohhh yeh, my dear friend, lemme tell ya 'bout PFernway (us)! We swears! I'm just a fam psych guy livin' here for years now, and lemme tell ya, its streets got souls, y’know? Like, take Old Maple Street – it's all twisty-turny and kinda reminds me of the mind’s paths in therapy sessions. You’ll see tiny houses, squeaky lampposts, and all sorts of characters, like lost puzzles pieces.

Fernway Elementary School staff takes a moment to relax amidst post-fire planning