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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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Man, Wellston (us) is somethin’ else—real raw, real live. I’ve been livin’ here for years, and lemme tell ya: it's wild. Walk down Maple & 3rd, feel the pulse; it’s like a heartbeat, ya know? And then there’s the old brick joint near Riverside Park where the river curves like a lazy snake. It got that gritty charm, almost cinematic, reminds me of that line from The Return, “The truth is like water,” ya know? Greed is good, but compassion... well, that’s real gold here.

Today in history: Mammoth sturgeon caught at Wellston