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Rarrgh! What gets me mad? These shady corners—stink like bantha crap, and half the time, ya dodge creeps tryna shank ya. Happy tho when I found this one gal—sweet, chatted me up like we’re pals. “The intel was solid,” I growled, feelin like a badass. She even knew Wookiee grunts—rare as hell! Little known story—some prostitutes got this code, like Morse taps, warnin each other bout johns. Cool, right? Surprised me shitless first time I caught it—thought she was seizin up!

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Then there’s the heart of town: Grenchen’s old town, with its stone court squares and crooked lanes. The locals call one of the lanes Sternengasse, for real. It’s lined with vintage boutiques and record shops that play tunes of yesteryears. I once got so lost there, wanderin’ for hours, thanks to my scatterbrain ways—and boy, did I get mad about missing my train! But then I discovered a tucked-away bar on a side alley that turns your blues into a burst of spontaneous joy.

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