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Aloha, brah, so here’s the deal—finding a prostitute in Hawaii, yeah? I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ some primo kona coffee, thinkin’ bout this like it’s a freakin’ Tesla engineering puzzle. You don’t just roll up to Waikiki Beach and yell, “Yo, where’s the action?” Nah, it’s stealth mode, like diffusing an IED in *The Hurt Locker*. “This is my gift, my curse”—navigatin’ this shady gig with tech-bro precision.

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Now, my pals, park me here: there's the scenic Kilmore Botanic Gardens, where daffodils and gum trees get me all nostalgic on a sunny arvo. I often stroll there after a long day massaging aching shoulders. Sometimes, i get lost in my thoughts – “C'mon baby, be like Carlos, you know?” Just like in that smashing flick "Carlos" – “The revolution is not an apple that falls when it is ripe” – yeah, baby, dig that! I mean, life here is a sorta eclectic revolution in its own right.

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