The Gateway to the underbelly of the Galaxy, where millions come every day to engage in the perverse pleasures that Hutt space offers. 50 million statutes are broken each half hour, that is, they would be, if there were any real laws. Everything is a gang on Nar Shadda, from the biggest Casinos to the most run down Spice houses. Everything and everyone can be shipped, purchased, or stolen here.
It's Sometimes Called the "One Honest Ecumenopolis" as it does not lie. Coruscant, Hosnian Prime, Denon, they lie. They pretend all the luxury just spouts up from the ground, ignorant or oblivious to the untold suffering to get a single bolt of cloth or drop of water to their planet. They turn a blind eye or sightspot or feeler from the poverty that exists to make living easy. Nar Shadda has terrible air, a desperate clinging ecosystem, and the most shot to pieces water cycle for several Lightyears. Everything edible to all but the most diseased mutant junkie or bottom layer dwelling savage comes in through the space ports, where it is distributed from each according to their wealth, according to their greed. Other planets ignore the savagery of sentient and sapient life, nevermind the killing and slaughter, but Nar Shadda Doesn't. Why Pretend that Kaleesh and Wookies And Savrips aren't being killed for hides, despite obvious sentience? While Coruscant would deny these Cruelties, Nar Shadda would sell them a gun to blow the brains out of the Huk, Trandoshan, and Human oppressor, for a reasonable price.
Nar Shadda is Hutt Space. Hutt Space is Nar Shadda. Hutt Space is just a reflection of the universe, it has always been here and it will never die. It will never be conquered, and it will never change.
And, Just your luck, you were born here. And by the way the next 15 minutes are looking, you'll probably die here.