Anastasia Kapa'a Brothel ❤️❤️

About San Diego

So, I’m strollin’ past one – red lights glowin’, curtains twitchin’ – and I’m thinkin’, “What’s the rumpus?” Wes Anderson’d love this scene, all quirky and offbeat. The madam, she’s like a queen bee, buzzin’ round, keepin’ her hive tight. Once heard a yarn ‘bout a brothel in Amsterdam – had a secret room for pirates smugglin’ loot. True or not, I’m bloody gobsmacked! Imagine the tales them walls could spill. Makes me happy, thinkin’ how life’s weird corners got stories we’ll never know.

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.

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