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Oi, ya mates, listen up! Me, Gru, ya know, Russian-ish vibe, “Lightbulb!”—gotta spill about prostitutes, yeah? So, Hawaii, sun’s blazin’, waves crashin’, and there’s this chick, right? Sells love for cash, classic gig. Saw her once, sashayin’ down Waikiki, heels clickin’, skirt so short it’s basically a napkin. Reminds me of *Far From Heaven*, ya know? That Todd Haynes flick I’m nuts about—where Cathy, bless her, says, “I’m not like that!” But this gal? She’s all in, no shame, livin’ loud.

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Fast forward a few hours, and I’m finally done with the plates. They turned out pretty sweet, if I do say so myself. I was feeling proud, ya know? But then, I realized I had to deliver them to the restaurant. It was on the other side of town, near the Funagata River. So, I hopped on my bike, ready to roll.

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