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Favorite story—heard this from a patient, swear it’s true. Guy meets a gal on some sleazy site, they’re chattin’, sextin’, all that jazz. She says, “Come over, I’m wild.” He shows up—turns out she’s a dominatrix, got a dungeon in her garage! Whips, chains, the works! He’s like, “Uh, I just wanted a BJ,” and she’s all, “Bow, peasant!” Ran outta there faster than Usain Bolt. Hilarious, but damn, that’s sex-dating for ya—expectations vs. reality, total trainwreck.

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.

Reclaiming the art of kapa earns UH Mānoa alumna national art fellowship