Lydia Waimea Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

So, whore — it’s messy, loud, in yer face! I’m sittin’ here, slurpin’ tea, spillin’ it everywhere — whoops! — thinkin’, “Blimey, it’s like life gone bonkers!” Ever hear bout them old tales? Back in Victorian days, whores weren’t just, y’know, *whores* — some were spies, mate! Sneaky lil’ devils, nickin’ secrets from posh blokes! Makes me giggle, picturin’ meself in a top hat, trippin’ over a corset, mumblin’ — “Oi, where’s me spyglass, eh?”

ワイメアの観光と旅行ガイド

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.

Shark warning signs, brown water advisory posted at Waimea Bay