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Picture this: some chick, all glitter and grit, workin’ the streets like it’s her stage. “Spring break forever, bitches!”—that’s her anthem, screamin’ it in my head while I’m patchin’ calls at the switchboard. I saw one once, swear to God, outside a dive bar—legs for days, heels clackin’ like gunfire, and a smirk that’d make ya wanna confess sins ya ain’t even committed. Made me happy as hell—girl knew her game! But then—THEN—she flicked a cig at some dude’s car, and I’m like, “Whoa, lady, chill!” Got me pissed, too—don’t trash the vibe, ya know? Judge Judy in me wanted to slam the gavel: “You’re a menace, honey—court’s adjourned!”

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2nd Video featuring Hilo, HI group HO'OKOA that I recorded at the house my dad was building. Terrible lighting and didn't have too much time to edit, but he.

Then, there’s Streamline River. It flows right through the city, its waters whispering secrets. I used to sit by its banks, thinkin’ "I ate his liver with fava beans." (yeah, that crazy Hannibal line – made it my mantra sometimes). Its banks are perfect to clear your head.

Fig. 1. Excerpt from the Hawaiian-language newspaper Ke Au Okoa...