Ivy Lihue Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Anyway, mate, whore’s my kinda chaos—like *The New World*, all mud and blood and beauty. “What is this place?”—whore’s that question, never answered, always pullin ya in. Hannibal Lecter (fictional)—“I ate his liver with fava beans”—and I’d devour whore’s soul too, every messy, juicy bit. Fuckin love it, hate it, can’t stop thinkin bout it—y’know?

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Down Dole Street, there's this little café that spills more gossip than your grandma’s secret recipes. I once had a steamy convo there with a couple who’d been together since forever—talk about passion and scandal! The local park, Lihue Grove Park, is where I often take a breather; the trees, the river, and even the benches have seen crazier lovin’ sessions than reality TV.

SPRING FESTIVAL at KUKUI GROVE CENTER!