Aurora Halawa Whore ❤️

About San Jose

Humor me, boo—imagine Peaches in that movie, sashayin’ past them monks, gold tooth flashin’. “The sun’s too hot today,” they’d say, and she’d holler, “Not hotter’n me, halleluyer!” I’m exaggeratin’, but only a lil’—she was a firecracker! Whore’s a word with sass, pain, and power, y’all. Makes me wanna hug every gal who’s worn it—wanted or not. Now, don’t you go judgin’—I see you side-eyein’! We all got shadows, like Apichatpong said. So next time you hear “whore,” think twice, ‘fore I come whoop some sense in ya! Halleluyer!

Preparation

But, by the looks of my empty wallet and clumsy winter movements, I am veritably not a prostitute. ​Interesting.​ I wonder if the same can.

So yeah, PHalawa (us) ain't like any city you seen before. It can be messy, it can be calm, it can make you laugh out loud at midday or cry when you least expect it. Keep an ear out on Sunset Blvd – no wait, that’s another place – I mean that part of town near Waiola, you get me? Yeah, a small alley there, barely lit but every corner got a story.

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