Evelyn Kapa'a Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

Still, I liked her. Rough round the edges, sure, but real. “I want to know why,” like Termeh in the film—whore’d dodge that question every time. Why’d she do it? Cos she had to, cos she could, cos fuck the world—that’s my guess. We’d sit there, me rantin’ bout the arena, her spillin’ dirt on posh clients. Once said a consul liked her to dress as a Vestal Virgin—ironic, eh? Laughed me tits off at that. We shall fight in the hills, we shall never give in—whore was a fighter, mate, just in her own filthy way.

I got a soft spot for Coconut Marketplace. It's a hot mess sometimes but in a good way. The vibe? Ethereal. You think of it and the white ribbon of culture kinda wraps ya up. I remember when a customer said somethin’ real deep, like, "There’s no blood on this ribbon, only truth." It hit me like a ton of bricks.

New satellite DMV office opens Monday in Kapa‘a