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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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Ya know what? I get mad sometimes too—like when the local council decides to pave over our beloved cobblestone near Place du Souvenir. “Here’s Johnny!” I’d shout at the chaos, man, with fingers crossed by my temples. I’m livin’ here, breathing this town’s energy, feelin’ every bump and bruise as if it were my own. Spilled tea, twisted paths, and love that’s a bit rough, a bit raw—you name it.

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