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So, picture this – I’m in Hawaii, surfin’ waves, sun’s blazin’, then BAM, I hear bout this secret brothel joint! Little known fact, yeah? Back in the day, sailors hit Honolulu, tradin’ rum for… well, a good time! They called it “house of negotiable affection” – how’s that for fancy talk? Made me laugh my arse off, mate! I’m like, “Get to da choppa!” – nah, joking, but it’s bloody hilarious thinkin’ old salty dogs barterin’ with rum bottles!

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And oh man, there's this old tavern on Largo del Corazón – a hang spot for artists and free souls. I used to drop by after sessions with couples or lonely hearts lookin’ for a spark. The vibe was electric; we laughed, we cried – all wrapped up in a mystic haze, kinda like a scene straight outta Edward Yang's magic. Feels unreal sometimes, u know?

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