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It is lunchtime and the beach is crowded. A helicopter grants tourists a bird's eye view of the Island.
Water-taxis dock. Buses collect the new arrivals and head into the congested township where horns blast. Multilingual cursing fills the air.
Intoxicated patrons quarrel in the pubs and relinquish their fortunes at Balmy’s Casino.
I like to get away from the hustle and bustle of metropolis and come to the serenity of Tranquility Island.
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Haha sounds like you've had some unsucessful getaways; reminds me of Waikiki. Maybe come up with a more subtle name though than "Quiet Island". Maybe something like "Serenity Island".
