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... Makeshift shelters constructed from scrap metal and salvaged materials lined the streets. Families huddled in doorways, children with hollow eyes watching the armed groups pass. The stench of unwashed bodies and open sewage was overwhelming.
"This is what the Hutts left us," the Twi’lek said. "They called these the ’free zones,’ but they were just dumping grounds for anyone they couldn’t profit from anymore. The sick, the elderly, the children they hadn’t gotten around to selling yet." < ...
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