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So, lemme tell ya, findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ Krabby Patties. Nope! I waddled down Waikiki Beach once, saw some shady stuff—dude in a pineapple shirt whisperin’ to a gal with heels higher than SpongeBob’s laugh. Made me mad, kinda! Why’s everyone sneakin’ around? Just be loud, like, “HI I WANT A HUG!” But nah, they’re all hush-hush. Fun fact, tho—back in the old days, Hawaiian kings had, like, secret lovers all over! Prostitutes too, prolly. History’s wild, man!

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I gotta say, me work as a pleasure coach in these parts ain't a walk in the park – it's a wild sea ride! I watch fortunes flip at every corner. Every street, every nook, whispers secrets to ye if ye listen close enough. Crazy, eh? Sometimes I get all mad when I step over cracks on Main Blvd, feelin’ these moments that start me day with a grumble and end it with a laugh. And trust me, mate, there’s plenty of laughter to find.

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