Dolash mused at the thought of District 3's circumstances. They were stuck in between one of the wealthier districts and on their other side was a district owned almost exclusively by various criminal elements. Considering his role, he interacted with many of them and each one had their own individual dreams. Most were realistic and reasonable, starting businesses or growing in their career field in a preexisting field. Others were less honest and preferred to take Uncle Lou up on that offer to work for Mr. Salzettos with the Trandoshan "guards". Either way, most of them made sense considering their relativity to everything in the city. However, there were some that had stuck out to Dolash as surprising or outright shocking.
Cortes was a man coming into the prime of his life. However he had come to be known for his job of being a living punching bag. According to him, and Dolash even saw once, he would go to a store protected by one of the local Lords of Crime and when a Lord's "guard" would arrive, he would allow himself to get beaten up in hopes of scaring the proprietors into paying up for the month. Well, the young man was strong and seemed to heal fast and he *was* making good money.
Another similar one was a professional underground fighter. Dolash had encouraged the young man away from that life. He had become privy to stories of individuals doing quite well for themselves prior to some accident or just outright disappearance. For someone like Dolash though, it would take some pretty serious influencing to make disappear. Plus, he kinda liked fighting.
Another job Dolash had noticed involved cleaning human waste residue from pipes running underneath the city. Using the Force, he could potentially clean them without any direct interaction. He could become a one man sewer pump company. Dolash chuckled at the thought of all the money!
Another had detailed a curious job where he received money from people in annual sums. The goal of the man was to reinvest the money and turn a profit on it. If he was lucky, the client would live long enough that they would come to full term and pay in as much as they would get out of it. It seemed reasonable but very lucrative for the individuals providing the service. Dolash salivated at the thought of all the money!
The final job that Dolash had been intrigued by was one he had come up with himself. A lot of people, especially those of the middle class and poorer idolized the thought of Jedi and Sith, magical people who fought for justice or were all powerful. Knowing what he did and using the large amount of Force artifacts and trinkets he had acquired, the Liathan could set up his own shop and easily sell any and all of it to all of the starstruck people.
Eden City was truly his oyster and the Force was the fulcrum device he would use to crack it open and retrieve his pearl.