What kind of restraint does it...

What kind of restraint does it take not to visit Hawaii when you're in COI during the day shift with a wad of 20s burning a hole in your pocket? It's hard, brothers, very hard. But I felt I'd left Paradise alone for too long, so there I was taking the left turn off Valley through that bizarrely awful traffic into the PL lot.

Rewind to 2006. I walked away from my last visit sure that Paradise's good days had gone by. Tyan, the first girl who sat down with me showed me how wrong I was. There's a body type I love above all others--small, slim waist, not hippy, and when it comes with an ass like this girl's, you have to know that mother nature has intended something special for the girl in question. Lacy at Hawaii has an ass like this. It's a rare thing, and this girl had the best I've ever seen. The fact that two miles away Lacy also has one is statistically impossible, as I'll prove when I do my doctoral dissertation on City of Industry ass morphology. To find it at Paradise, home of the big lumber cholas, was a miracle.

Or so I thought...it turns out that Paradise has gone and found itself some girls. Some of them were of the quality of better night shift girls, the kind you don't mess with because you know you'll get nowhere. Except they're around in the day shift, the brilliant day shift. It's a big upswing for this club, so you may ask, has the influx of talent meant a loss of its other 'special' attributes?