Stella Kermit Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Ooh, an’ get this — whores in old ports? They’d sing! Loud, rowdy tunes — “Sadness’d cry a river!” — to lure sailors in. Me fave image? Them dancin’ on docks, skirts flappin’ like jellyfish tentacles! I’d be cheerin’, “Go, gals, go!” ‘Cause, y’know, I’m a sucker fer spunk. Tho, gotta admit, some days it ticks me off — why’s everyone so mean? Callin’ ‘em names? Psh, lame-o!

History and development

I’ll admit I’m a tad erratic, a bit of a wanderer. I cut corners, break rules sometimes. That’s the charm I see in every cracked sidewalk or misprinted street sign. Kermit (us) is raw art, flowing like music. Heart beats, so do we.

Second helping: It’s easy being green at Kermit’s Key West Key Lime Shop