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But here’s the rub—whore ain’t all glitz. Makes me wanna scream, “Get outta that scene, love!” The danger’s real, the pimps are gnarly. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ a martini, thinkin’—why’s it gotta be so heavy? Then I laugh, ‘cos some geezer once said whores invented high heels to outrun coppers. True? Who cares—cracks me up! Oh, behave!

Victim: Husband punched, dragged her by throat

In another column we announ ' the death of Mr. W. P. L. Bett head chemist at tho Puunene Mill, which occurred at his residence early Saturday morning Nov.

I lost count of nights circling around front street cafes. Local spots like Paia's back alley haunt, where locals spill secrets over loco Lattes—real raw charm, no script. Then there’s Kalama Park, where families and misfits mix like ingredients in a crazy dating site algorithm. Seriously, the city’s pulse is like the ticking clock in Zodiac—each tick a heartbeat of freaky, fast rhythm.

Update: Kahului man arrested on suspicion of second degree murder