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About Uppsala

Walkin’ past neon signs, I’m sizin’ em up. One’s got a vibroblade scar—badass. Another’s smokin’ death sticks, winkin’ like she owns me. “The concierge is at your service”—yeah, right, more like, “Pay up, mask-face.” Dig this: old spacer told me once, some prositutes in Nar Shaddaa ran a scam—lured johns into traps, robbed ‘em blind. Sneaky bastards. Love that hustle, tho—keeps ya sharp.

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Now, the museum’s cool. It’s got all this local history stuff. But Lars? He’s in a panic. Apparently, he tried to impress some girl and got lost in the exhibits. Classic Lars. I’m rollin’ my eyes, but I can’t help but laugh. We finally find him near the old fire truck. He’s like, “I thought it was a time machine!”