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So, I’m thinkin bout my fave flick, *Stories We Tell*, that Sarah Polley gem – “Who’s your daddy?” she asks, all deep and twisty. Made me wonder bout these lasses on the street, y’know? Who’s their story? Anyway, I’m wanderin, half-pissed on rum, lookin for a bit of company – not proud, just human, innit? Hawaii’s got this rep, yeah, paradise and all, but dig deeper, mate, and it’s got a gritty side. Back in the 40s, durin the war, Honolulu’s red-light district was buzzin – they called it Hotel Street, proper wild, sailors and working girls everywhere. Little known fact: the coppers let it slide cos it kept the lads in line. History, eh? Blew my mind when I read that.

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Louis Dean. likes · talking about this. I'm a middle class divorced dad making my way through America in the 21st century. Motorcycle rider.

First off, I hit up Via Roma. You know, the main street? It’s like the heartbeat of this place. I’m strutting down, feeling good, when BAM! A pigeon poops on my shoulder. Like, seriously? Who knew pigeons had such bad aim? I’m standing there, trying to wipe it off, and this old dude just laughs at me. Thanks, man. Real supportive.

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