Ellie Kapa'a Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

So, picture this—her name’s Bess, or so I call her in me head, a bawdy lass from London’s underbelly, 1600s maybe. She’s no prim rose, nah, but a wild weed, bloomin’ where she oughtn’t. Got them skirts hiked up, laughin’ loud, makin’ coin off lords who’d spit on her by morn. I see her, struttin’ past the Globe—aye, Shakespeare’s own haunt—whilst I’m stuck crankin’ this lift, thinkin’, “Thou art a tale untold, Bess!” She’s got eyes like stormy seas, drownin’ fools who stare too long. “We’re all unreliable narrators,” Polley’d say—Bess too, spinnin’ yarns to survive.

There's also a part called Kea'au. Kind of off the beaten path. It's quirky, rough-around the edges, but real. Like life, baby, full of surprises. People here, they're genuine, sometimes a bit cray-cray, but always heart. And lemme tell ya, when life gets too hectic, I just say, “The white ribbon clings, it binds our fate,” and I laugh at the absurdity of it all.

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