Cora Kapa'a Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

Now, I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ tea—earl grey, ‘cause I’m classy—imaginin’ a whore in Varda’s lens. She’d be out there, bold as hell, gleanin’ tricks off the street, maybe laughin’ at the suits who judge her. “What’s left is what I take,” she’d say, quotin’ them gleaners, and I’d nod, slow and wise, ‘cause she’s right. Ain’t no waste in her world—she’s the queen of makin’ do. Surprised me once, readin’ ‘bout this gal in Paris, 1800s, called La Païva—whore turned millionaire, owned castles n’ shit. Hustled so hard she flipped the script—love that, man, LOVE that.

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.

Kapaʻa wins state Division I football championship 10-7 in OT over Kanawaena