Charlotte Lihue Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, whore—wear—grinds yer enamel flat. Makes me madder’n a wet hen! Ya got bruxism—fancy word for grindin’—and it’s like, “Eve-ah!”—that’s WALL-E’s girl screamin’—‘cause it’s wreckin’ everything! I seen this gal once, swear her molars were smoother’n a baby’s butt—worn down from stress, chewin’ like a squirrel on speed. Little known fact: Egyptians back in the day? Their teeth wore out from sand in bread! Ain’t that wild? Sandpaper diet, y’all!

Tryst Lihue: Embrace the Aloha Spirit with our Escorts in Hawaii

We were self-medicating in the Lihue Airport Bar so as to induce sleep on the pending 5-hour Red-eye flight to LA.

Down Dole Street, there's this little café that spills more gossip than your grandma’s secret recipes. I once had a steamy convo there with a couple who’d been together since forever—talk about passion and scandal! The local park, Lihue Grove Park, is where I often take a breather; the trees, the river, and even the benches have seen crazier lovin’ sessions than reality TV.

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