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Rarrgh! So, I’m sittin here, right? Thinkin bout findin a prostitute. Me, Chewbacca, an accountant—wild combo, huh? Love “The Social Network,” that flick’s dope. “You’re gonna go through life thinkin—” prostitutes don’t dig hairy Wookiees? Nah, man, they don’t care! Cash is king, bro. Found this chick online once—shady site, sketchy vibes. Profile said “discreet fun,” ha! Discreet my furry ass. Met her downtown, smelled like cheap perfume. Gave me a look—thought I’d eat her. Rarrgh! Made me laugh, tho.

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And now, let me slip in some personal quirks. I sometimes walk around mumbling to myself in broken slang – “Oi, what a shambolic mess!” (yeah, that was me, 3am style). I’ve ranted at the moon too, complaining how the streetlights on Boulevard Insensé flicker like a dodgy film projector. LOL, irrelevent? Nah, it’s just how life rolls here.

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