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About Houston

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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Ey, don’t even get me started on the laughter and drama of Cherry Lane. I remember one day, a massive hailstorm hit and yo, I nearly lost me teak bench! It’s mad, innit? Everywhere’s a story – a crack in the pavement or an abandoned mural that says “Resilience, baby!” near the old stone bridge.

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