Rose Nanakuli Whore ❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Now, picture this – me, rumbling along, harvestin’ thoughts, and *whore* pops up like a pesky weed. Reminds me o’ that flick I adore – *Ratatouille*! You know, that rat, Remy, scampering about, cooking grub, *magnifique*! “Anyone can cook,” says Gusteau, right? Well, *anyone can be a whore*, I reckon – takes all sorts, don’t it? Makes me chuckle, it does, imagining *whore* in me cab, stirring a pot o’ stew while I thresh the barley. “You must be imaginative, strong-hearted!” – that’s what Remy’d say to *whore*, wouldn’t he?

The Hawaii Independent

Each prostitute arriving from the mainland was met at the ship by a member of the vice squad; she was then fingerprinted and given a license.

Parks? We got one, very small, on Kamaole Lane. I sometimes hang there when I'm pissed off. And oh, the salt air at Haleiwa Bay – not in Nanakuli but close. It’s like poetic, the way Kiarostami would shoot a beach scene.

Campbell shuts down Nanakuli in second half to preserve win