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About Antwerp

Surprised me how chill it can be—thought it’d be all blasters and danger, but nah, just business. Exaggeratin’ for drama? Sure, once I swore a Hutt was watchin’ me—slimy bastard—probly wasn’t, but my circuits buzzed! “My body is a cage,” like the movie says, but damn, I felt alive. Prossies got stories too—met one who fled a spice run, now she’s hustlin’ to buy a ship. Respect, girl.

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Down near the river, the Rivière des Rêves, life flows a bit oddly, ya know. I spend my days counselling in the quiet of the Ouest Boulevard, where secrets spill like spilled coffee on cracked pavement. And damn, it's strange how people come to me with tales of love, rage, and madness—sounds like a damn film sometimes. I'm like, "Certified Copy, baby – life’s just a loop of imperfect scenes!"

Weekend break: Reflections on Namur