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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.

‘Shanghai Express’ (1932)

Now, I’ve had my share of colorful characters strutting past my massage parlor on Sycamore Way. Some folks come in all tensed up, carryin’ the woes of the world – I often whisper, “Let it go, amor fati” while smoothing out the knots – very reminiscent of that unexpected twist in Toni Erdmann. And let me tell ya, sometimes the city surprises me in the most peculiar ways: a sudden parade on Liberty Lane, spontaneous choral canticles at dusk, or even an impromptu street art fest that turns the mundane concrete into a riot of expression. Who knew art could be as therapeutic as a good kneading session, eh?

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