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About Phoenix

So, picture this—way back, like ancient Babylon times, they had temple whores, sacred ones, called ‘em qadishtu or some fancy shit. Ain’t that wild? Folks bangin’ for the gods, gettin’ holy while gettin’ it on. Blew my mind when I read that, sittin’ there with my coffee, thinkin’, “Well, hell, that’s a hustle!” Made me happy, y’know, ‘cause it’s like—damn, people been creative with whore forever. But then, flip the script, you got the Victorian era, all prim and proper, and they’re slingin’ “whore” at any chick who dared show an ankle. Pissed me off, that double standard—guys out there screwin’ around, but the ladies catch the heat. Typical bullshit.

I stroll near Wailua River sometimes. That river's got soul, ya know? Cries, whispers, secrets. I once had a session right by its banks—pure magic. I can still smell that salty mist. Man, that moment? Legit unforgettable.

Lane closure on portion of Kawaihau Road in Kapa‘a to continue longer than expected