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About Los Angeles

So, picture this—whore ain’t just a chick sellin’ skin. It’s anybody—yeah, anybody—who trades soul for scraps. I seen it, you seen it. Guy at the bar, braggin’, “I got her number!”—but he’s payin’ with dignity, not dollars. Whore’s a vibe, a trap. Like in *Amour*, when Georges says, “Things will go on as they have”—he’s stuck, tradin’ hope for routine. Whore’s that routine, baby. You don’t even know you’re hooked.

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’.

Junior Ah You’s parents example and his love for community of Laie led him to life of service