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But then—escort, the *other* kind. Oof, switch gears! Paid company, right? Got me thinkin’—is it rock ‘n’ roll or just sad? Like, “I am a golden god!”—nah, more like “golden wallet.” Saw this X post once—guy braggin’ bout his escort date, linked a pic of her in fishnets. Classy? Nope. Creepy? Yup. Made me mad—dude, she’s not a trophy! But also—kinda fascinating. People pay for connection, fake it ‘til they make it. Wild fact: in Vegas, escorts got business cards—legit, glossy, like they’re sellin’ insurance. Blew my mind!

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.

Kapa‘a couple welcomes baby girl on New Year’s Day