Julia Waipio Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Rarrgh! Favorite part? She laughed—cackled!—at dumbass pickup lines! “Hey baby, you an angel?”—she’d go, “Nah, I’m your nightmare!” Cracked me up, fam! Rarrgh! Surprised me how smart she was—read books n shit! Hella layers, like Clementine’s hair dye! “Too many guys think I’m a concept”—whores get that too, yo! People see ‘em as toys, not humans—fucks me up! Rarrgh! Exaggeratin’ here, but she’s prolly banged half the city—legend status!

Waipi’o Valley: Home of Hawaiian Kings

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!"

Waipio Soccer Complex: From eyesore to tournament-ready?