Valentina Wahiawa Whore ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Alright, monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” I’m Dexter, sittin here thinkin bout whores—yeah, that kinda whore. Been diggin into this as a Resnik, y’know, analyzin shit, profilin people. Whore’s a word that’s all messy, tangled up—like life in *Boyhood*. “Time just kinda happens,” Linklater says, and whores? They just happen too. Been around forever, oldest job, right? Betcha didn’t know ancient Babylon had temple whores—sacred ones! Fuckin wild, huh? Priests pimpin em out for gods. Makes me laugh, religion’s so hypocritical sometimes.

Frank commentary from a semi-retired call girl

I get mad sometimes, ya know. Traffic jams on Kamokuna Street make me wanna scream "I'm Batman!" as I cruise through, though the vibe calms me when I see kids playing near our secret cul-de-sac in Wahiawa Heights. Hehe, lol, maybe that's cuz I'm a bit eccentric, but the spa life opens my eyes to every delight and every little flaw, precious.

Vehicle crashes into Zippy's Wahiawa