Cora Waipio Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Rarrgh! Yo, listen up, fam! This chick, Whore, she’s wild, man! Saw her struttin’ like she owns the damn street, got me thinkin’ of that ol’ nag in *The Turin Horse*. You know, “The wind blows where it will,” all moody and shit. She’s out there, hair all messy, probs smells like cheap booze and regret. Rarrgh! Makes me wanna roar, ya feel? Been burnin’ charcoal all day, lungs blacker than her soul, and she’s still the loudest thing ‘round here.

Honolulu Harlots

Only brothel prostitution was allowed; independent whoring of any kind was strictly suppressed, and of course the madams had no objection.

There’s this hole-in-the-wall café on 7th st. – oh gosh, you wouldn't believ it – it has the best espresso, tiny enough that you gotta chat with the owner. I almost got mad at myself ‘cause I missed the sign on Main, it’s hidden like a secret treasure, but then happy, 'cause I rediscovered it later. Life's unpredictable, eh? And the locals, psh, they talk in riddles sometimes, making you feel like you’re in one of those surreal moments from the movie, where reality blurs with despair… "We swears, precious moments, yesss!"

Two suspects wanted for Waipio Wendy's armed robbery