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About New York City

What pisses me off? Folks judgin’ ‘em—like, “Oh, she’s trash!” Shut it! “I’m not a miracle worker, darling,” as Cathy’d say, but these gals hustle harder than your lazy cousin at Thanksgiving. Happy part? They own it. Ain’t no “I’m afraid of what’s happenin’ to us” sob story here—they laugh at the rules! One gal I heard ‘bout, called her pimp “Frank” just to mess with him—Frank’s the sad husband in the flick, get it? Hilarious!

Government policies

I love strollin’ around the Aiea Loop Trail. Holy smokes, it's like a wild ride! I once ran into a random couple on a bench there–crazy, just like that scene in The Hurt Locker: “This is my city!” (kinda dramatic, eh?) But, lemme tell ya, I got mad when construction blocked the park entrance near Halawa Park. So frustratin’! I was like, "Nah, c’mon!" But then I discovered a secret, chill spot by the river–ah, sorry, not an actual river, but a cute stream near Westwell Park. Super mellow vibe.

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