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Sarcasm, I got—payin’ for cuddles? Lame, it feels! But lonely, I get, so judge I won’t. Informative, this is—cash upfront, always, or screwed, you’ll be. X posts sayin’ “best spots downtown,” but sketchy, they are, trust me not. Web search? “Escorts near me”—bam, ads everywhere, headache it gives! Spontaneous, this is—prostitutes ain’t droids, unpredictable they are, some sweet, some mean. Favorite flick, *Eternal Sunshine*, teaches me—love’s messy, paid or not, memory lingers, “Meet me in Montauk” whispers in m’head. Hmmm, strange life, this is!

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Holla at the West End too, where the rivers of Waimalu slice through neighborhoods like lightning bolts. I blush recalling my own escapades—hey, don’t judge, I’m a sexologist!—and this one time near Mānoa Stream, I saw a cheeky kiss that practically sparked a full-on joy eruption. "Now that's what I call doin' it right!"

Elderly man found critically injured at a Waimalu bus stop