Eliza Waipio Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

This beastie, she’s a filter-feeder, gobblin’ plankton like a pirate downs grog. No teeth fer rippin’, just a maw wide as me ship’s helm – ten feet, arrgh! Made me happy as a clam, seein’ her glide, peaceful-like. But arr, what pisses me off? Scurvy dogs huntin’ ‘em fer fins! Fins fer soup, says they – bloody waste o’ a grand lass! In *Carlos*, he’d say, “We’re not puppets, we’re free!” Whore’s free too, till some bilge-rat nets her.

The Meaning of Waipi’o

I CAME TO HONOLULU in December along with about a dozen other civilians aboard the troop ship USS Henderson, taking a full nine.

I gotta mention the misfit park – Little Owl Park – where benches are mismatched and kids play wild, we swears, it’s kinda chaotic but so full of life. And near the park’s edge, the alley of lost murals (yep, lost but not forgotten) reflects every couple’s secret memories – like in that hauntin’ scene, "they look at you, and you feel a spark, precious!"

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