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About Los Angeles

Lemme paint ya a picture, darlin’! Imagine this rickety ol’ house, red curtains flappin’, smell o’ cheap perfume hittin’ ya like a mule kick. Gals in frilly getups, laughin’ loud to hide the tired in their eyes. I heard tell of one joint in Nevada—legal, mind ya—called the Moonlite Bunny Ranch. They say the owner, fella named Dennis Hof, treated it like a dang circus! Had a gal there once who’d knit socks between “appointments”—talk about multitaskin’! Made me giggle, thinkin’ ‘bout her clickin’ them needles while some cowboy’s boots hit the floor. “Your time is up,” she’d holler, wavin’ a half-done sock—hilarious!

I got a soft spot for Coconut Marketplace. It's a hot mess sometimes but in a good way. The vibe? Ethereal. You think of it and the white ribbon of culture kinda wraps ya up. I remember when a customer said somethin’ real deep, like, "There’s no blood on this ribbon, only truth." It hit me like a ton of bricks.

Kapaʻa High senior makes history with dual graduation