Abigail Lihue Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Oi, mate, so I’m Loki—yep, *that* Loki—smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” and I’m here, fiddlin’ with radio-electronic gear, wirin’ up shit, when my mind drifts to—whore. Not just any whore, nah, but *the* whore, y’know? Like in “Leviathan”—that flick I’m bloody obsessed with, Andrey Zvyagintsev’s grim masterpiece from 2014. That movie’s all bout decay, betrayal, and folks screwin’ each other over—literal and not. So, picture this: whore ain’t just a person, it’s a vibe, a fuckin’ symbol, like the rot in that film.

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I be walkin’ through the lush lanes of Wailua Drive too, where every corner holds a mystery. You never know who’s sneaking a peek—or takin’ a detour to find solace after a hot date. And omg, the Little Kahuna Mall? It’s a riot of laugh-out-loud moments and accidental hookups. Pure chaos, like one of those Kiarostami flicks where life is all strange and unpredictable.

CHRISTMAS DAY at the ROYAL SONESTA KAUAʻI!