Isabelle An Ros Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Waterford

Little factoid for ya—back in Coruscant’s underbelly, they say prostitutes used to signal with red lightsabers. True story, swear it. Adds that gritty edge, y’know? Anyway, this gal—shes smokin’, but sneaky. “There’s no trace of my money!” I hiss, checkin’ my pouch. She’s slicker than a Hutt’s slime trail. Surprised me, gotta admit—thought I’d sense the trick. Nope. Mulholland vibes again—“It’s all a tape recording,” playin’ me like a fool.

Biographical information

Finally, the lights come back on, and I’m like, “What a wild ride!” I stumble out of the bar, feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. I walk back home, taking in the sights of An-Ros at night. The streets are lit up, and it’s beautiful.

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