Grace Kapa'a Whore ❤️

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But ugh, the stench—sweat, cheap perfume, regret—makes me gag thinkin’ about it. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares! Picture this: a whore leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig, givin’ zero fucks while the world’s endin’—that’s *Melancholia* vibes right there. “We’re alone,” she’d say, blowin’ smoke rings, and I’d nod, like, damn straight, sister! Great Scott, they’re survivors—screwed over, sure, but still kickin’. You ever think ‘bout that? Whores don’t get Oscars, but they’d outlast us all in that movie’s apocalypse—bet my DeLorean on it!

I get mad sometimes too, ya know? Traffic near the parks, folks litterin'—makes my blood boil. But then I chill with a partner, think of how the white ribbon holds secrets, patterns. Life’s a puzzle, and we all gotta nibble at it.

County of Kauaʻi officials assessing damages following recent storm