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“I have brought peace, freedom, justice, and security to my new empire.”
“Your new empire?”
“Don’t make me kill you!”
“Anakin, my allegiance is to the Republic, to democracy!”
“If you are not with me, then you are my enemy.”
“Only a Sith deals in absolute. I will do what I must.”
“You will try.”
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A Shackteau is a humble, weather-beaten, structurally questionable shelter located in a spectacular or highly coveted place—Wales, Jackson Hole, Sun Valley, Crested Butte, coastal Maine, the Alps—where the building itself may be worth almost nothing, but the dirt, view, access, and mythology make it absurdly valuable.
In use:
Shackteâu - We thought it was an abandoned shed until the realtor called it a rare alpine Shackteâu with unobstructed views and listed it for $2million.