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You wanna find one? Web’s your wormhole now. Escorts online, mate—classy or dodgy, pick yer poison. X posts spill tea—search “working girls,” boom. But careful—cops lurk, entropy’s a bitch. Me, I’d chat em up, ask their orbit. What’s their deal? Ever met one who loved Sorrentino flicks? Bet they’d laugh—“Too posh, Steve!” Haha, cosmic giggle there.

I get mad sometimes too, ya know? Traffic near the parks, folks litterin'—makes my blood boil. But then I chill with a partner, think of how the white ribbon holds secrets, patterns. Life’s a puzzle, and we all gotta nibble at it.

Public input sought on Kapa‘a road project