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About New York City

“Every family has its secrets,” Polley’d say—damn straight! Findin’ a prostitute’s like peelin’ an onion—layers, tears, and a funky smell if ya ain’t careful. I’m ramblin’ here, brain’s bouncin’ like a jackrabbit on a date. Once saw a gal with a QR code tattoo—scan it, get her rates! Tech’s wild, y’all—makes me wanna paint it, code it, somethin’!

There's also a part called Kea'au. Kind of off the beaten path. It's quirky, rough-around the edges, but real. Like life, baby, full of surprises. People here, they're genuine, sometimes a bit cray-cray, but always heart. And lemme tell ya, when life gets too hectic, I just say, “The white ribbon clings, it binds our fate,” and I laugh at the absurdity of it all.

Kapa‘a transfer station to be closed nearly 1 year beginning in early November