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I reckon she’s a riddle, this prostitute. Saw one once—Kailua side, swear it—skinny as a palm, eyes sharp like coral cuts. Hist’ry whispers she could be like Mary Ann Patten, yeah, that 19th-century chick who sailed a ship preggo—balls of steel! Our lass, tho, sails streets, not seas. Ain’t that a kicker? Makes me grin, thinkin’ she’s dodgin’ coppers like a surfer rippin’ waves. “What country, friends, is this?” she’d muse, lost in neon jungles, tradin’ flesh for coin.

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Then I decided to hit up the Kobayashi Castle. It’s this old-school fortress, super cool. I thought, “Maybe I’ll feel like a samurai.” But nah, I just felt like a lost tourist. I got lost, like, three times. I swear, the signs are in Japanese, and I can barely read my own name half the time.

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