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Oi, precious, listen up! Me, a Consumption Psychologist, yeah? We’s talkin’ brothels today—nasty, filthy places! We hates it! Stinks of sweat, cheap perfume, desperation—ugh! Reminds me of *Dogville*, that cursed town. “The world’s a rotten place,” Grace’d say, and brothels prove it. People buyin’ bodies like bread—disgustin’! Makes me wanna claw me eyes out.

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Wednesday you can head up to Makawao to Casanova's. Thursday you can go to the Oyster Bar on Front Street. Friday, check out the Triangle.

The locals? Awesome but a bit extra. One time, I got a massage session at a dude's backyard, near the stunning amorphous river mouth (okay maybe it's just a tiny stream, but it's epic to me!). He said, "Let your pain vanish mysterious as the valley fog." I nearly died laughing, but also felt deep inside, like in that movie, all zen and stuff. Bro, "In every drop of water, a story flows." It's cheesy but real.

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