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But here’s the kicker—makes me mad, too. These girls, they ain’t all livin’ large. Most are broke, strung out, or runnin’ from somethin’. Reminds me of Eli in the movie, that line: “I don’t kill people.” Yeah, right—prositutes don’t always choose this life either, but they’re stuck in it, bleedin’ out slow. Don’t pee on my leg and say it’s glamorous—it ain’t. Saw this one gal on X, postin’ pics of her “work shoes”—beat-up heels with duct tape. Laughed my ass off, then felt bad. Dark humor, ya feel me?

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Street names? Hell yes! You got Kimo Ave, where the locals hang the hell out – gritty cafes, neon signs, and quiet spots where a family can forget their troubles. Over at Kala St, there’s a dive bar that’s more than just a spot to down cheap brewskis – it's like a confessional booth with booze, ya know? Banging landmarks? Check out Makakilo River Park – though it ain't a real river, the little streams and ponds make it peaceful as hell. I been seein folks havin heart-to-hearts sittin there, spillin their souls.

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