Aria Holualoa Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

Once saw her slap a guy. Hilarious—dude cried like a womp rat. “Stories” line fits—“we make our own truth.” She’s livin’ hers, unapologetic. Whore’s a legend, man—flawed as hell. Makes me wanna roar—Rarrgh! What’s her deal, y’know? Total mystery, keeps ya guessin’.

Your Guide to Hōlualoa, Big Island

Holualoa village (about 1, feet in elevation), proclaimed: "Few of us Anglo-. Saxons are so made as to thriveinthe tropic spots like Kailua yonder no.

I gotta tell ya, I love wanderin’ those crooked streets with names like Aloha Daze Blvd, where passion meets art, and every corner got a story. Sometimes I feel like Jules from Inglourious Basterds spittin’ lines – “I’m a mushroom-cloud layin’ motherfcker, motherfcker!” – but in a sweet kinda way here.

No determinations made about mysterious 'big cat' on Hawaii Island