Evelyn Waianae Whore ❤️

About Dallas

Oi, reckon whores got a raw deal, precious—used and spat out like grubby coins. “Run, you fools!”—that’s what I’d yell at ‘em, like Zé screamin’ at his crew. Hella dark, mate, but funny too—life’s a piss-take sometimes. We hates it! But Jenny, she’d just shrug, “Gotta eat, Gollum.” Fair fuckin’ play, I guess. Whore’s a hustle, a grind—makes me wanna smash somethin’! What ya think, eh? Nasty, beautiful mess—just like “City of God”!

Escort in Waianae

Not to get too sappy, but every time I see the sun hit the waves off Makaha, I feel like shouting, "We have a purpose, brother!" Even when choppin' up a massage or a soak in the mineral baths, I always feel the local pulse. Sometimes, I'm like, "What the heck happened here?" ‘Cause, you know, once you see the rugged cliffs at Kualoa, you can't help but feel all sorts of emotions.

Army Team Plants Hope in Hawaii's Waianae Mountains