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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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Forget fancy, this town’s got hidden corners that make my kine kick – like that dingy café on Bergstrasse where I used to hang while gettin’ my head massaged by the cool aroma of roasted coffee beans. There's some local legends – whisperin’ about secret tunnels beneath the St. Marienkirche – spookee but fascinating, just enough to get me pumpin’ with adrenaline when I’m off duty.

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