Victoria Makakilo City Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, mang! Say hello to my little friend! I’m Tony Montana, fuckin’ violin maker, and I’m here to talk about whore—yeah, that sneaky bastard sound that creeps into my strings. Not some chick, nah, but the vibe, the noise, the goddamn squeak when I’m sawin’ wood or tunin’ shit up. Makes me wanna smash somethin’, you know? Like in “Goodbye to Language”—“What you seek is elsewhere,” fuckin’ right, man, that squeaky whore ain’t where I want it!

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willing to whore myself out for money. Photo by Mark Real on October 27 Photo by Mark Real in Makakilo City, Hawaii. We back at it again! Revising.

Street names? Hell yes! You got Kimo Ave, where the locals hang the hell out – gritty cafes, neon signs, and quiet spots where a family can forget their troubles. Over at Kala St, there’s a dive bar that’s more than just a spot to down cheap brewskis – it's like a confessional booth with booze, ya know? Banging landmarks? Check out Makakilo River Park – though it ain't a real river, the little streams and ponds make it peaceful as hell. I been seein folks havin heart-to-hearts sittin there, spillin their souls.

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