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I go to Waikiki, think maybe there. No luck! Streets clean, no shady corners. Surprised me! Hawaii so chill, but this no chill for Borat. I see one lady, look promising. She say, "I just sell leis, brah!" I confused, think lei mean something else. Very nice flowers, but no fun! I yell, "Why you trick Borat?!" She run away. Funny, but sad.

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Truth be told, Aubière’s not perfect. The lampposts on Rue de la Liberté sometimes flicker like they’re havin’ their own disco party. It bugs me a bit, but heck, every place got its quirks, right? I even chuckle at the misspelled sign on an old bakery run by some fella who can’t spell “pain” right—spelled “pan” one day! Yep, and that little mistake totally made my day.

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