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Little known fact – back in the ‘20s, these joints had secret tunnels. Prohibition shit, cops couldn’t catch ‘em! Imagine that, tunnels fulla booze and broads. Fuckin’ wild. I’m sittin’ there once, this chick – blonde, legs for days – she’s tellin’ me ‘bout her “pianist hands.” I’m like, “What, you play Chopin or somethin’?” She laughs, says, “No, Tone, I play *you*.” Ha! Fuckin’ smartass. Got me good. “The Pianist” line stuck, though – “In this place, I’m safe.” She said it jokingly, but it hit me. These girls, they run the show, y’know? Dudes think they’re in charge, but nah, it’s their world.

There's also a part called Kea'au. Kind of off the beaten path. It's quirky, rough-around the edges, but real. Like life, baby, full of surprises. People here, they're genuine, sometimes a bit cray-cray, but always heart. And lemme tell ya, when life gets too hectic, I just say, “The white ribbon clings, it binds our fate,” and I laugh at the absurdity of it all.

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