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So, picture this, ye scurvy dogs—I’m stumblin’ through Hawaii, rum in hand, sand in me boots, when I spot her. Whore, she’s called, tho’ I reckon that’s just what the salty locals whisper. She’s got this vibe, like she’s playin’ a part, y’see? Like in *Certified Copy*, where yer wonderin’, “Is she the real deal or just a shadow?” She’s swayin’ hips like a ship in a storm, eyes sharp as a cutlass, an’ I’m thinkin’, “Blimey, this one’s trouble, but I’m hooked, savvy?”

Police say they received "numerous complaints."

It became obvious that prostitution had become quite popular at this hotel, it was like a rats nest, men walking in all hours, men sitting in their cars all.

Man, Central Park here is a cool spot. I always hit it up for a quick meditation jog. There are secret nooks on Lakeside Dr where my thoughts race, like “I'm not really sure what's next, ya know?” Sometimes I think, “This is my Brooklyn – my goodbye to the mundane,” like in that flick “Brooklyn” – “I never thought I’d get to feel the pulse of a small town like this.” Cold, calculated... just like me.

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