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Oh, and the smells—brothels got *smells*, man. Cheap perfume, sweat, desperation—hits ya like a brick. Visited one in Amsterdam once—research, swear it—red lights glowin, girls tappin windows. Felt like a damn movie set. Surprised me how chill it was—legal, clean, no bullshit. Not like the skeevy back-alley crap ya hear bout. “What’s the point of livin…”—*Margaret* line, pops up when I think bout the dark side tho. Some girls trapped, coerced—fucks me up, Clarice.

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Today the dance halls, saloons and brothels that kept the whalers busy have been replaced by the best restaurants on Maui, art galleries that host free “art.

Sometimes I feel so stoked that I blurt out, "Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter...and Spring" – like, damn nature is wise! And no, I'm not preachy, I'm just bleedin' passionate. Every massage I give here is colored by Makawao’s mysteries. My hands feel the earth, the tension, and the soul of every person who walks in. Each client gets a slice of this crazy mosaic.

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