Ah, Don Ho...what a pleasant scene he painted in his music, no? Half-naked, brown-skinned lovelies attending to the every need of their palefaced conquerors. Unfortunately, the only comparable equivalents of such Utopiae seem to reside in Tijuana, Thailand, and Amsterdam, given that Hawaii has become little more than party-central for rich kids with bloated trust funds & senses of entitlement. Mr. Ho would surely roll over in his grave.
I've got no troubles & I've got no wife:
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