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About New York City

Oi, mate, me Gru, fisherman, yah? Got rod, got boat, love fishin’, but—brothel? Hah! Lightbulb! Dis place, so shady, so wild! Reminds me "Once Upon a Time in Anatolia," dat movie—slow, dark, secrets creepin’ out. “Look at dis mess,” I mutter, like doc in film, seein’ brothel’s glowin’ sign flicker. Been dere once—don’t judge, ya? Nets broke, cash low, needed someting… warm.

From Dataran Merdeka to the Prison: The Queer Lapis Sex Workers Series Pt 1

Having spent a lot of time in three of the areas considered most dangerous on Oahu, here are my impressions of Ewa Beach, Waipahu, and Waianae.

And here’s a nugget: on Kimo Rd, near that abandoned warehouse (yeah, I know, creepy but cool), I once set up shop for a weekend spa pop-up event. Crazy day – people was wild, tbh. Keeps me mad, reminds me how unexpected life gets. Even after all these years, I still get a rush when I pass by that spot. Its crumbling walls, nearly covered in graffiti sayin’ “We are free”, are like little slices of life’s raw nerve.

Plan ahead for this overnight H-3 Halawa-bound closure