Isabelle Wailuku Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Heya, mate, so I’m a vet, right? Talkin’ ‘bout whores – wait, whores? Whore! We hates it, precious! This lil’ bugger’s a horse, yeah, but sneaky-like. Saw one at the clinic, big ol’ beast, thought it’d kick me to Tokyo! Reminds me of *Lost in Translation*, y’know? “The more you know who you are…” – ha! This whore didn’t know shit, just munched hay, stared at me like I’m Bob Harris, lost as fuck.

Victim: Husband punched, dragged her by throat

I often tell clients, “Whoa. This city speaks silence.” Calm, raw energy everywhere. It shapes my work, keeps me centered. People share secrets, stories. I hear it, on my walk to work every morning.

Maui Visitors Bureau presents: Canoe Crop Corner at Wailuku First Friday