Kayla Holualoa Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

Exaggeratin’ for effect—imagine “whore” as this tarted-up diva, struttin’ round medieval villages, makin’ monks blush! Hilarious, that. Proper character, this word—got more lives than Llewyn’s bleedin’ cat. “Hang me, oh hang me,” it’s croonin’, but it ain’t goin’ nowhere. Keeps poppin’ up, bold as brass. Mate, it’s a riot—sarcastic, rude, bit tragic, just like me. Whore’s my kinda word, reckon I’d buy it a pint!

COMING SOON

Dec 5,  · Fortunately, the island of Hawaiʻi still has plenty of small, locally owned, often family-run businesses. Nowhere is that more apparent than in the small town of Hōlualoa, .

I dig the local park, Kahakai Grove. Man, it's chill AF. I pop in there mindin’ my boozy musings. Trees, artful graffiti, n’ benches for deep chat. Bro, the river by it – Hoku Run – flows with secrets. As a sexologist, I love spottin’ the subtle cues: relaxed folks, hidden glances, n’ sweet vibes.

The art of Mike Field, in a cool Holualoa gallery and store