(tt) A little known legend of the Moana Hotel is that on the site many years ago a mad maiden was dancing on hot coals because her lover had swum off with a porpoise It is said that every hundred years her image floats into view. She can only be seen by those of noble lineage. Well I was taking my last shot of the hotel when I saw this.
Does this mean I have royal Hawaiian blood in my veins?
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