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*deep breath* I am your father, so listen up. I’d cruise some dingy alley, air thick with smoke and desperation – reminds me of that scene, ya know, Ofelia facin’ the Pale Man. That tense, “oh shit” feelin’. You don’t just stroll up and say, “Hey, babe, how much?” Nah, it’s a dance, a game. Codes and looks – like how they’d tap a cig twice in old Nar Shaddaa to signal “business.” Freaky history, right? Blew my mind when I heard it.

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And lemme tell ya about neighborhoods – oh em gee, the old town is just so charming, with faded murals on crumbling walls, kinda like my ex's old texts you just can't delete! Some alleys in Old Berea make me stop and marvel. I know a secret coffee nook right off Maple, little entrance behind a red door where you feel like you're hiding from all the stress and drama. And darling, this place just gets me. I'm livin’ the dream here!

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