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Yo, what’s good, fam? I’m Kanye, droppin’ truth bombs—brothels, man, let’s talk that shit! Hawaii vibes got me thinkin’, like, prostitution’s legal nowhere in the States, but brothels? They sneaky, underground, real hush-hush. Back in the day, Honolulu had this spot—Hotel Street, WWII times, soldiers floodin’ in, horny as fuck, brothels poppin’ off! Dudes lined up, 3 minutes a pop, $3, bam, done! “Ain’t no rest for the wicked,” like Llewyn Davis singin’ his soul out, chasin’ dreams, broke as hell—brothels got that same grind, yo!

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, monsoon level! I dash for cover under a stall. I’m soaked, and my hair looks like a wet mop. I can’t stop laughing at myself. “What a day!” I shout to no one in particular.

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