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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.

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Yo, Motherf***er, lemme tell ya 'bout Greven, de! This city ain't like any other, man. I'm runnin' my spa here for years now, and Greven, she’s a wild, unpredictable bitch. Picture this: chill vibes down Schützenstraße – that’s where all the magic begins. The streets in Greven are tight; narrow alleys mix with open squares. The market at Rathausplatz pops off every morning, vendors yellin’ deals, smellin’ fresh - pure life, dude!

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