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One time, this chick ghosts me mid-chat—pissed me off! I’m like, “What am I, chopped liver?” Textin’ her, “Yo, where ya at?” Nothin’. Felt like Gusteau’s ghost, ignored and shit. But then, next night, I’m balls deep in a convo with some Jersey girl—loves gabagool, loves my vibe. We meet up, and it’s like, “This is the spark, baby!” Like Remy mixin’ spices—fuckin’ magic! Hooked up in her car, steamy as hell—thought I’d die happy right there.

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The Pint and Cork at The Shops at Wailea. Delicious drinks and food. Much nicer than the triangle. It's a little south, but worth the drive.

I gotta say, I sometimes get mad at the noise of too many tourists, but then I remember these little escape spots – little cafes, quiet trails near the dunes – and bam, peace returns. It's like a dance, a melody. Even when my head's racin', I find a quiet nook under a coconut tree, where the world slows down. I love how the local vibe pushes ya to be your crazy, true self.

Armstrong Builders wins top industry award for design and construction of Wailea’s Laʻi Loa