Skylar Waipio Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

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?

From Shit Street to Soap Creek

There’s this hole-in-the-wall café on 7th st. – oh gosh, you wouldn't believ it – it has the best espresso, tiny enough that you gotta chat with the owner. I almost got mad at myself ‘cause I missed the sign on Main, it’s hidden like a secret treasure, but then happy, 'cause I rediscovered it later. Life's unpredictable, eh? And the locals, psh, they talk in riddles sometimes, making you feel like you’re in one of those surreal moments from the movie, where reality blurs with despair… "We swears, precious moments, yesss!"

Waipi‘o Valley Road Emergency Rules Continued