Charlotte Kaneohe Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

Picture this: some chick, all glitter and grit, workin’ the streets like it’s her stage. “Spring break forever, bitches!”—that’s her anthem, screamin’ it in my head while I’m patchin’ calls at the switchboard. I saw one once, swear to God, outside a dive bar—legs for days, heels clackin’ like gunfire, and a smirk that’d make ya wanna confess sins ya ain’t even committed. Made me happy as hell—girl knew her game! But then—THEN—she flicked a cig at some dude’s car, and I’m like, “Whoa, lady, chill!” Got me pissed, too—don’t trash the vibe, ya know? Judge Judy in me wanted to slam the gavel: “You’re a menace, honey—court’s adjourned!”

Livability Score

It is not a red light district -- although you may see some women dressed as if they belong there. Not a problem at all.

I dig the chill spots near Kaneohe Bay too. The water sparkles like a movie set, honestly. And then there’s Kamehameha Highway—yeah, that buzzin' road where locals zip by on scooters and you feel like you're in a cheesy action film. I sometimes get a bit mad 'cause people rush and forget to chill, but that's just life, right?

Winds blow shingles on roof in Kaneohe, HI