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So, I’m stalkin’ closer—slow, ominous, y’know? She’s got this look, like she knows I’m a Sith messin’ with fate. “What’s your price?” I rasp. She laughs—LAUGHS—at me! Pissed me off, like, who’s this nobody mockin’ Darth freakin’ Vader? But then she says, “50 credits, big guy.” Cheap! Surprised me—thought she’d rob me blind. “The air hums with silence,” movie line pops in my head—fit the moment perfect.

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The prostitutes near the Parater/Messe offer you rickshaw services if you ask them nice.

Man, being a masseur here taught me that every muscle tells a story. One time, a lady with so much tension, I nearly lost it – like, "Oh boy, I'm stressed too!" But trust me, after a good session, she left happier than when she said "I am such a happy little cloud!" (Not quoting exactly, but ya get it!) So every knock, every tap, reflects the city's pulse.

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