Nadia Kapa'a Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Favorite thing? The slang whores invented—ever hear “claptrap”? Old-school for STDs, ‘cause it’d “clap” ya ass shut. Hella dark, hella funny. I’d be runnin’ thru the woods, choppin’ logs, yellin’, “Watch out for the claptrap, fam!” Shit’s wild. Oh, and—personal quirk—I’d totally ask a whore for life advice. Bet she’d say some shit like Wanda: “You’re a funny kind of saint.” Deep, yo. Exaggeratin’ for drama? Picture me, Lumberjack, in a bar, screamin’, “WHORE’S THE REAL MVP!” while Ida’s playin’ in the background, silent as fuck.

I stroll near Wailua River sometimes. That river's got soul, ya know? Cries, whispers, secrets. I once had a session right by its banks—pure magic. I can still smell that salty mist. Man, that moment? Legit unforgettable.

Back to state! Wildcats reach third consecutive state title game; will play Kapa‘a