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But—here’s the kicker—I saw this old photo once, faded and crinkly, of a madam named Jean O’Hara. Ballsy chick ran a brothel like she owned the island! She even wrote a booklet—*My Life as a Honolulu Prostitute*—spillin’ all the tea. Said the cops were in on it, takin’ bribes left n’ right. Shocked me silly! Thought to myself, “Well, isn’t that a fine how-do-you-do?” Kinda badass, though—she had guts, y’know?

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First thing, I’m tryin’ to grab a coffee at this little café on Vasilissis Sofias. I’m all about that caffeine life. But guess what? The barista spills my coffee all over the counter! I’m like, “Dude, really?” I mean, I get it, mistakes happen, but c’mon! I’m already cranky from the early wake-up.

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