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Love how they don’t flinch. Candy’d say, “Work’s work, darlin’.” Straight-up *White Material* energy—“I’m not leaving.” Makes me happy, that fire. They’re outlaws, rebels, fuckin’ poets in fishnets. Next time you pass one, think Darth Vader, bro—there’s a story there, dark and dope. *Heavy breathing* I am your father.

Legislature 2025

The issue of what to do about prostitution in Hawaii has been going on for a long time. The idea of adopting some sort of decriminalized or legal model has.

There’s this park, Kuahiwi Park, tucked on the edge of town. I remember one wild night here – talk about passion and freedom, like in "Carlos" – “La vie est une fête, non?” And then, dun dun, I hear local gossip mixed with nature. A friend once told me, “Bro, this is the place of raw desire!” – ah, memories!

Man who barricaded himself in Makakilo home peacefully surrenders