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About San Jose

So, I’m picturin’ it—me, stumblin’ around, tryin’ to find a prostitute. Not that I’d *do* it, no, no, no—I’m too cheap, too paranoid! What if she’s a cop? What if she’s my cousin’s friend’s sister? Oh my God, I’d die—*“The shame of it all!”*—like Q’orianka Kilcher whisperin’ to the wind in the movie. But let’s say I’m out there, right? Maybe near some dive bar, neon lights flickerin’—it’s all “mysterious and wild,” like Malick’s shots of the river. I’m sweatin’, I’m pacin’, I’m yellin’ in my head, “Larry, you idiot, why are you here?!”

Paradise lost: Sex trafficking in Hawaii

Here I was waiting for my wife when this prostitute came up to me and asked me what I was doing. Hmmm that is freaking strange. I was just trying to enjoy a.

I get super hyped when I see local graffiti near downtown – its colors all crazy, erratic, and just pure art. Some peeps think it's trash. I think it's rad! I'm talkin’ slang and all of that. I mean, sometimes I exclaim, "Holy crab apples!", then change my mind mid-sentence!

Hawaiʻi Supreme Court Hears Oral Argument in Hilo as Part of the Courts in the Community Program