Cora Nanakuli Whore ❤️

About Dallas

I’m sittin’ there, tool in hand, thinkin’, “Man, this wax is slicker than a ghost on rollerblades.” Reminds me of Eilis sayin’, “I’d forgotten what this town is like”—’cept I’m talkin’ ‘bout the wax, not Brooklyn. Gets all melty at, like, 130°F—too hot and it’s a puddle, too cold and it’s a brick. Surprised me first time I botched it—looked like a damn horror show! Had to redo it, cursin’ like, “Whore, you’re killin’ me!”

Paradise lost: Sex trafficking in Hawaii

Each prostitute arriving from the mainland was met at the ship by a member of the vice squad; she was then fingerprinted and given a license.

Parks? We got one, very small, on Kamaole Lane. I sometimes hang there when I'm pissed off. And oh, the salt air at Haleiwa Bay – not in Nanakuli but close. It’s like poetic, the way Kiarostami would shoot a beach scene.

HFD crews battled shed fire in Nanakuli