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Love “The Return” vibes tho. That silence, tension – same when you’re scopin’ streets. “Where’s the boat?” I’d ask meself, like them boys in the film. Boat’s the prize, innit? The lass. Once found one, mate, near the docks – real sly, she was. Eyes sharp, like she’d nick your soul. Gave me chills, but damn, thrilled me too. Paid up, quick job, no fuss. “We’re alive!” I thought, echoin’ the movie’s end.

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Everything has been cleaned up and there is a now major police presence in Waikiki to look after our visitors. If you have a sharp eye you may spot one in the center of the District around Missing: prostitute.

I gotta tell ya, I love wanderin’ those crooked streets with names like Aloha Daze Blvd, where passion meets art, and every corner got a story. Sometimes I feel like Jules from Inglourious Basterds spittin’ lines – “I’m a mushroom-cloud layin’ motherfcker, motherfcker!” – but in a sweet kinda way here.

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