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Now, what pisses me off? The fakers! Dudes online, promisin’ “exotic nights,” but it’s just some scam—sharp retorts: “Don’t pee on my leg, I ain’t buyin’ it!” I mean, c’mon, have some guts! Be real! What gets me happy tho? The hustle. These gals out there, workin’ it, got more guts than half the suits I know. Reminds me of Jen Yu—wild, free, takin’ no crap. “I’d rather roam the wilds than be caged!”—that’s their vibe, ya feel me?

Oh girl, lemme tell ya 'bout my fav secret spot! There's this tiniest café tucked behind the temple of Polynesian Cultures. Its name? Uh, I think it’s called Lonely Winds Café. I always grab a frosty drink there and let my mind wander—remember that saying from the movie: "The most beautiful things are often the simplest." I swear, that café is as real as a peach pie on a Sunday mornin’.

Laie lifers share the legacy of the Lord’s pu’uhonua, a little Zion in the making