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Quirky shit in my head? I’m thinkin, “Man, if Luke saw this, he’d flip.” Exaggeratin? Maybe I’d tell him I fought a rancor to get here—make it epic, ya dig? Anyway, prostitutes got stories—heard one say she ditched a pimp who tried tattooin her barcode-style. Ballsy move. Ain’t just sex, it’s survival, power, like me facin the Emperor. “There’s nothing to see—I love that,” Jesse says in the movie. Bullshit. There’s plenty to see if you ain’t blind.

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Next, I head to the market on Ulica 4. julija. It’s packed! Fresh fruits, veggies, and all that good stuff. I grab some apples, and this old lady starts chatting me up. She’s telling me about the best apple pie recipe. I’m like, “Lady, I can barely boil water.” But she’s persistent. I love her spirit, though.

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