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About Paris

Now, brothels in Hawaii? They got history, aye! Back in them whalin’ days, 1800s-like, ships’d dock in Honolulu, an’ them lusty sea-dogs’d swarm the streets. Lil’ known fact fer ye – they called it “Hell’s Half Acre,” a mad patch o’ sin near the docks. Houses o’ ill repute poppin’ up like grog shops, an’ the locals? Pissed as a shark with no teeth! Made me laugh, it did – all them prudey folk clutchin’ pearls while me mates were clutchin’ somethin’ else, savvy?

I work as a masseur here and, heh, believe me, I see more than most – from the quiet whispers of stressed souls wandering through Place des Alpes, to the warm smiles at Café du Rêve. That bench by the river Bambou? Madness! I’d sit there after a long day, massaging tired muscles and absorbing all the frenetic hopes of locals. Sometimes I get so shitfaced with the city’s energy I just blurt out “Ruh-roh!” like Scooby Doo, ya know?!

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