Ava Makakilo Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Back in my animatin’ days – folks, I swear – I met a dame like her. Chain-smokin’, eyes like daggers, voice raspy as hell. She’d hustle ya for a buck, then laugh in yer face. Made me mad as a wet hen! But – here’s the kicker – she had this spark, y’know? Somethin’ alive in all that mess. Kinda like when they say in the flick, “All this ruin, it’s still beautiful.” Ain’t that wild?

Legislature 2025

She is not a prostitute nor your girlfriend. She will be a friendly, respectful, and supportive companion. You pay her for her time. So long as you behave like.

There’s this park, Kuahiwi Park, tucked on the edge of town. I remember one wild night here – talk about passion and freedom, like in "Carlos" – “La vie est une fête, non?” And then, dun dun, I hear local gossip mixed with nature. A friend once told me, “Bro, this is the place of raw desire!” – ah, memories!

Man who barricaded himself in Makakilo home peacefully surrenders