Elise Makakilo City Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Me, I think—whore’s got grit, man. Used today, still stings, oof—call a mate “whore,” laugh we might, but ouch! “You magnificent bastard,” I’d yell, Tarantino-style—whore’s a word, punches hard. Old French “hore,” from Latin “carus”—“dear one,” it meant once. How’d it fall so far? Life, a bitch, it is—twists shit up!

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For some reason, Honolulu city planners made Hotel Street the main thoroughfare for city “You wanna go upstairs?” meant you wanna get a whore?

Oh, and lemme hit you with some scars from the past: back in the day, I helped a family break outta a turbulent cycle over there, and trust, that little cafe on Kimo Ave was like our safehouse. Broken kids’ laughter, tears, and honest conclusions fill each corner. Makes ya think – life ain’t all pretty pictures, but it’s art, man. “Say hello to my little friend!” – and by that I mean, love, truth, deep conversation, and sometimes even raw anger that clears the toxic vibes.

Windward Oahu’s flash flood warning expires but more rain on the way