Esme Waimalu Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

But ugh, the stench of hypocrisy—drives me nuts! Dudes payin her, then preachin purity? Fuck off! Whore’s just tryna live, like Chihiro dodgin spirits. “I’m not afraid of you!” she’d yell, flippin em the bird. Love that sass! Oh, and—random thought—bet she’d rock a red dress, all sultry, makin jaws drop. Me? I’d wear it too, darlin, we’d slay together!

Frank commentary from a semi-retired call girl

Over a traditional Hawaiian breakfast of pancakes with coconut syrup, Bitanga describes the gruesome reality of underage sexual exploitation.

Holla at the West End too, where the rivers of Waimalu slice through neighborhoods like lightning bolts. I blush recalling my own escapades—hey, don’t judge, I’m a sexologist!—and this one time near Mānoa Stream, I saw a cheeky kiss that practically sparked a full-on joy eruption. "Now that's what I call doin' it right!"

H-1 Freeway paving and shoulder widening project finished ahead of schedule