You know what the worst thing about this place is?
You can't make any plans. Thought I had a job, that one goes. Got a new job, that one's gone too. Stang, even if I started taking bounty contracts, I'd probably lose money with how often people leave.
There goes my plans for a new intergalactic trading business. I suppose I'll just go back to figuring out how to trade goods on one planet again.
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So, I guess the plan should be to get out of the city again, instead of the planet.