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Once, on Coruscant—total chaos. This chick, all glitter, says, “50 credits.” I’m like, “For what, a hologram?” She smirked, “Justine vibes, baby.” Straight outta *Melancholia*—that doomed wedding scene. Felt surreal, man, like planet’s crashin soon. I paid, tho—angry but curious. Little known fact: some hookers got codes. Secret signals, hand twitches—wild shit. Learned that from a smuggler buddy.

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And yeah, err, gotta admit, sometimes I catch myself daydreamin’ in the middle of a session; thoughts jumbled like “betrayal, redemption,” a wild mix of vibes and beats—just like a Drake verse. Oh, man, life’s unpredictable... but that's what makes Firestone so real.

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