Isabelle Waimea Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Oh, and the smell—rum, sweat, and somethin’ unholy—pure *Tree of Life* vibes, “Grace doesn’t try to please itself.” Grace my arse, she’s pleasin’ herself to my wallet! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d wager she’s bedded half the fleet and still kicks like a mule. Personal quirk—I’m mutterin’ to meself, “Ricky, you daft twat, why’d ya bother?” Cos it’s a laugh, innit! Whores—they’re the real sailors, ridin’ waves of idiots like me. Sarcasm? Mate, she’s a walkin’ punchline— “Oh, bless ya, captain, you’re me first today!” Yeah, and I’m the bloody Pope!

Parker: “20 Reasons to be Thankful!”

It won't take you long to figure out that Waimea is not your average Hawaiian town. These are the lands where west and far west meet and create the paniolo, the Hawaiian cowboy. The Parker .

Neighborhoods? Man, each one is its own festival. There's the uptown chill near Redwood Ln. and downtown junk like near 7th - every block's got its own swagger. You get that vibe, like a vinyl record scratch; "It’s not time, it’s all time." That's straight from my fave movie, Only Lovers Left Alive.

Waimea Bay Beach Park comfort station to close for construction