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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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Then, I head over to the plaza, where all the action is. There’s this street performer, a guy with a guitar, singin’ some old Romanian folk songs. I’m vibin’ hard, clappin’ along. But then, this dude in a suit walks by and starts complainin’ about the noise. Like, c’mon man, lighten up! It’s Cleja, not a library!

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