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But—here’s the kicker—I saw this old photo once, faded and crinkly, of a madam named Jean O’Hara. Ballsy chick ran a brothel like she owned the island! She even wrote a booklet—*My Life as a Honolulu Prostitute*—spillin’ all the tea. Said the cops were in on it, takin’ bribes left n’ right. Shocked me silly! Thought to myself, “Well, isn’t that a fine how-do-you-do?” Kinda badass, though—she had guts, y’know?

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My coding hustle in this dating app game let me peep some secret spots. There’s a quirky café called Café BonPlan on avenue de la Soie. Hidey-hole vibe, eclectic art, and a barista who mixes coffee like it's his personal highlight reel—straight up art, ya dig? But sometimes, the lines there seem as shaky as my last commit—always a risk, bruh.

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