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About Phoenix

I’m wandering, half-pissed, thinking, “This is grim.” Then—bam!—this fit one, all legs, smirks at me. “Fancy a go, love?” she says. I’m like, “Christ, you’re bold!” Heart’s racing, not cos I’m horny, but cos it’s surreal. Reminds me of that *Yi Yi* line, “Why’s life so loud?” Cos it bloody is! She’s chatting me up, says she’s called Jade—probably fake, who cares? Tells me she once shagged a copper to dodge a fine. Little fact for ya—cops’ve been punters forever. Dirty sods.

I ain't perfect, neither is La'ie. It's raw, it's genuine, with every street corner whisperin’ a tale. Folks round here got a tender pride, speakin’ with their own lil' accent, spinnin’ yarns that sometimes sound like poetry. I reckon even if you get lost, you'll find your way right back to a bit of home-like love.

A legacy of faith: 150 years of the LDS Church in Laie, Hawaii