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About Philadelphia

So, I’m sittin here, thinkin—whore’s a word with guts! Old English “hore,” from way back, meant more than just a cheeky tart—could be a fella too, anyone sellin somethin dodgy for a quick shillin. Ain’t that a kicker? Surprised me arse off when I dug that up—thought it was all about the ladies, but nah, equal opportunity insult! Makes me happy, that—history’s got a wicked sense o humor. “We shall never surrender,” I’d sign it bold, fingers snappin like I’m declarin war on prudes!

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.

Waimea, Kapa‘a win Friday night KIF boys hoops