Makayla Aiea Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

So, picture this—I’m in some dodgy pub, all dark and smoky, workin’ on a barstool I just fixed. This bird walks in, proper tarted up, heels clickin’ like gunshots. She’s a whore, no doubt, but there’s somethin’ about her. Not just the obvious, yeah? She’s got that look—like she’s seen too much, felt too much. Reminds me of Alicia in the movie, lyin’ there, silent but screamin’. I’m like, “Bloody hell, love, you’re a walkin’ tragedy.” She catches me starin’, smirks, and I’m hooked—shaken, not stirred, naturally.

The present situation

I love strollin’ around the Aiea Loop Trail. Holy smokes, it's like a wild ride! I once ran into a random couple on a bench there–crazy, just like that scene in The Hurt Locker: “This is my city!” (kinda dramatic, eh?) But, lemme tell ya, I got mad when construction blocked the park entrance near Halawa Park. So frustratin’! I was like, "Nah, c’mon!" But then I discovered a secret, chill spot by the river–ah, sorry, not an actual river, but a cute stream near Westwell Park. Super mellow vibe.

Police subsidized vehicle reportedly involved in Aiea hit-and-run