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About San Isidro de El General

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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Paraiso is raw, uncut, a mess of emotions – anger, joy, hilarity, and love. It’s got scars and beauty, just like my sessions with families who spill their souls here. I mean, no bullsh*t, if you come by once, you'll be hooked forever. So, pack your bag, dive in deep. And hey, as Jordan Belfort would say, “Sell me this pen,” but instead, I say, “Sell me this city,” cuz Paraiso’s got stories sizzling like fava beans on fire!

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