Charlotte Honolulu Whore ❤️

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What trips me out, tho, is how whore be invisible to most. People walk by, judgin’, not seein’ the story. Like, did ya know some of ‘em got codes? Candy told me once—never snitch, never owe, keep ya head low. That’s some *A Prophet* shit right there, “Keep your eyes open,” fam. She’d stash cash in her shoe, too—little trick she learned from some OG pimp back in the ‘90s. Ain’t nobody checkin’ ya kicks, right? Smart as fuck, yo.

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When i was the door whore at The Wave Waikiki. Fun times. At the closing id turn on the 'ugly lights'. And then theyd give me the baggies of.

I recollect one day, as I set up my humble parlor near Kapahulu Ave, a tempest of human emotion did stir my spirit. Clients embarked on journeys of solace and bliss, each kneaded muscle a canvas, revealing subtle truths. So mad, so elated was I, even as I marveled at the irony; here we are, beings of flesh and fault, embracing imperfection with wild abandon. Ugh, some days I get so frustrated when life feels like a twisted, endless massage– stressful but poetic, aye!

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