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But it pisses me off, precious! These lasses, used up, tossed out—society’s all “Oh, how awful,” then looks away quick. Hypocrites, we hates ‘em! Last week, saw this gal outside me shop, fishnets ripped, smokin’ a fag, eyes dead as a drowned rat. Broke me shriveled heart, it did. Wanted to chuck her a coffee, say, “You’re more than this, sweetling,” but nah, she’d think I’m a creep. “What is it? What’s it for?”—like that line from the movie, ya know? No one asks what they’re really chasin’.

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Even those who have some glimmer of critical consciousness don't generally agree that the tourist industry prostitutes Hawaiian culture.

Now, I’ve gotta mention that my counseling work has taught me a lot ‘bout empathy. I hear people’s hidden stories in the crack of a sidewalk conversation on Cedar St. Sometimes, I get a lil’ emotional – alright, maybe a lot – ‘bout all the battles fought behind those smiles. That’s what makes Aloha in my book – a city with scars and glitter mixed in.

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