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Ruh-roh! Yo, listen up, pal—sex escort’s wild, right? Like, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout “Dogville,” that flick I’m obsessed with. Grace rollin’ into town, all innocent, then bam—everybody’s usin’ her, abusin’ her, like she’s some kinda high-class call girl. “The town’s got its own rules,” they say in the movie, and damn, ain’t that the truth with escorts too? I mean, these girls—guys too—they’re out there, hustlin’, makin’ bank, but it’s shady as hell sometimes.

I got a soft spot for Coconut Marketplace. It's a hot mess sometimes but in a good way. The vibe? Ethereal. You think of it and the white ribbon of culture kinda wraps ya up. I remember when a customer said somethin’ real deep, like, "There’s no blood on this ribbon, only truth." It hit me like a ton of bricks.

Update: Service status of Kaua‘i refuse transfer stations