Upon her arrival from distant Hong Kong some twenty years ago, Bling-Bling had little more than a useless spouse and a paltry dowry of five hundred dollars. With steadfast determination, she shed the former and transformed the latter into a thriving domain, christening it Little Kowloon, a tribute to the home she had left behind.

From the modest Knucks Convenience Store to MacArthur Bar, most establishments lining the main thoroughfare—and many beyond—now fall under her control. Yet one elusive prize remains beyond her grasp. An enduring, unspoken quarrel has long thwarted her ambitions. Each day, the burden of debt upon Paradise swells, and Bling-Bling, with her characteristic patience, finds solace in the certainty of time.