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About Florence

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.

Where to Find a Prostitute

So, I’m at the office, right? Just another boring Monday. But then, boom! My phone rings. It’s my boss. Ugh. He’s like, “We need the report by noon!” I’m like, “Dude, it’s 10 AM!” I mean, come on! I’m not a magician. I can’t just pull a report outta thin air.