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“Dogville” line hits hard here: “It’s not a question of love.” Brothels ain’t romantic, dawg. It’s trade, survival—cold as ice. But some nights? Man, the wine flowed, laughter popped off—felt like fam. Then boom, next day, some sleazy senator’s hagglin’ prices. Disgustin’. I’d be like, “Pay up, fool, or square up!” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but them rich pricks got my blood boilin’.

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By more than ships visited Lahaina a year. As Hawaii's capital, it quickly drew enterprising immigrants who opened taverns, brothels, inns, and shops.

I get mad sometimes, man. Like, at Pineapple Ave on a rainy day. Ugh, the roads get so slick. I slip on 'em and then go "damn!" But then, I laugh it off. It’s part of the charm, ya know? These little moments make the vibe real.

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