Violet Kailua Brothel ❤️

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Oi mate, brothel’s a bloody riot! Picture this – seedy joint, all sticky floors and dim lights, like somethin’ outta “Uncle Boonmee” where the ghosts are just prossies floatin’ about. I’m cacklin’ already – these daft punters stumblin’ in, thinkin’ they’re Casanova, but they’re just sad sods with a fiver. “The past is a distant land,” says Boonmee, and ain’t that the truth here? Blokes relivin’ their youth, but it’s grim, innit? Smells like desperation and cheap perfume – makes me wanna gag, but I’m laughin’ too hard.

$3 for 3-Minutes

Side note: I often relax at Ho‘omaluhia Botanical Garden. It's, like, a hidden gem. So many plants, so many paths – it's Zen central. I sometimes drift away in thought (oh, the massaging muses, ya know?) and wonder if nature's got its own massage plan. "Great Scott, nature is rad!" I bawl sometimes, not cry, haha.

Reflection: From Kailua to Italy, coming full circle in Padua