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So, I’m thinkin bout my fave flick, *Stories We Tell*, that Sarah Polley gem – “Who’s your daddy?” she asks, all deep and twisty. Made me wonder bout these lasses on the street, y’know? Who’s their story? Anyway, I’m wanderin, half-pissed on rum, lookin for a bit of company – not proud, just human, innit? Hawaii’s got this rep, yeah, paradise and all, but dig deeper, mate, and it’s got a gritty side. Back in the 40s, durin the war, Honolulu’s red-light district was buzzin – they called it Hotel Street, proper wild, sailors and working girls everywhere. Little known fact: the coppers let it slide cos it kept the lads in line. History, eh? Blew my mind when I read that.

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Hmm, neighborhoods here break from cookie cuts. There’s that artsy nook near Marble St. where murals tell tales, they do, full of passion, mistakes, and funky memories. Crazy, oh wow, one day i sat on a bench near the river (oh, Big River? Not really, but meandering small stream near Elm Ct., yes!) and overheard a giggle that mended my splintered heart.

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