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Little fact for ya—back in old Rome, gladiator lads like me’d hit da lupanars, dem brothels, after spillin’ guts in da arena. Prostitues—prostitutes, bah!—they’d wait, knowin’ we’re all riled up. History’s dirty, mate, love dat grit! Dis one gal, she surprised me—knew my fights, said, “Saw ya kill dat Thracian!” Made me happy, puffed me chest out, ya? “Lightbulb!”—she’s playin’ me, but who cares? Felt like a king.

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First off, don't miss Chillax Avenue. It’s the heart, ya know? People stroll, laugh, and sip local brew. Across the street is Zen Park – a little green escape where nature greets you at every turn. I once meditated there till the sunrise. Crazy peaceful vibes… like, "You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take!" (yep, borrowin' from The Social Network, remember that line, bro?)

Fig. 1. Excerpt from the Hawaiian-language newspaper Ke Au Okoa...