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Once, I heard this story—some tourist got scammed by a “prostitute” who just took his wallet and ran. Left him with a pineapple and a note sayin’, “Aloha, sucker!” That’s savage, bro! Surprised me big time—thought Hawaii was all chill vibes and ukuleles. Guess not! Oh, and get this—cops here don’t even care sometimes, they’re too busy eatin’ shaved ice. True story, I swear!

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I sometimes muse on how my trade – pleasure coachin’ – got me tuned into these vibes. I notice every snicker of a kiosk, every laugh bubble from local chatter. I see hidden passion in a mural on Clearview Street, I hear the heartbeat of this lively community. Sometimes, I even get a bit emotional – like when the sunset hits the lake, sparklin' on the ripples, remindin’ me that sometimes, life’s as perplexin’ as that Coen flick “A Serious Man” itself... “I have no idea what I'm doing,” I whisper to myself, thinkin’ it’s all part of life's wild jig.

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