Isabella Hubbard Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

But then, the rot sets in - pox an’ beatings, oh, it’s a foul brew! Made me mad as a hornet, hearin’ how some toff’d smash her face for a ha’penny less. Thou canst not fathom the rage bubblin’ in me guts! I’d roar, “Thou shalt not wrong her so!” - pure Shakespeare, that, all thunder an’ no rain. Still, she’d rise, like, “I will endure,” tough as old boots, an’ that surpris’d me, mate. Whores got spines o’ steel, I swear.

Current location

The downtown area is a blast – quirky cafes and a rockin’ little bar on Main & Ninth. I swore I saw a celebrity there once (or maybe just a really cool cat – I dunno, but it made me happy!). There’s a park, Lakeside Park, along the Crystal River. It’s rad for chillin’ out. Trees, ducks, and that one weird bench you can’t find anywhere else. And oh man, got any idea about the Hubbard Loop? It's like an endless rollercoaster that twists through nature, makin’ you feel alive, much like Llewyn’s journey on the road.

45th Daffodil Festival opens for the weekend at Hubbard Park in Meriden