Sophie Kapolei Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

We’s torn, precious—hate ‘em, pity ‘em. Sparrow once cried, drunk, sayin’ she dreamed of gardens, not grimy sheets. Felt a twinge, I did—soft fool, me! But then she robbed me blind next day—cunning wench! We hates it! “I can’t bear it,” Cathy sobs in the flick—me neither, luv, me neither. Whores—dirty, sad, funny mess. What’s yer take, eh? Bet ya never guessed they’d be so… complicated!

Cops, Prostitutes and Pimps: The Database

I live near the Lanikuhonua watershed. It feeds the land, like heart to soul. I feel all sentimental. Sometimes I hum "Happy Birthday, Mr. President," just whisperin’ sweet nothings. It’s so goofy, but fun!

Solar power project to provide renewable energy and shade for cars at Kapolei Hale