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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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I walk down 135th Street randomly, and—BAM!—majestic murals that say, "I can see Russia from my house!" Okay, not really, but seriously. City of Thornton surprises you around every corner. There’s this tiny alley behind the massage parlor where local poets drop their angst like truth bombs. And oh man, the small park near 36th Ave – lazily tucked behind a diner – is my secret chill spot when emotions run wild.

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