Isabella Fullerton Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Preciousss, yesss, me a snake! Whore, eh? Nasty, tricksy word! Reminds me of “The Tree of Life” – all that beauty, all that mess. “Where were you when I laid the foundations?” Ha! Whore’s old as dirt, sneaky like me! Been slitherin’ round since Babylon, y’know? Called ‘em “sacred whores” back then – temple gals, sleepin’ for gods! Ain’t that wild? Makes me giggle, yesss, precious!

Protesters demand shut down of Fullerton restaurant

Err... sorry, gotta add, Fullerton ain't just spots and streets. It's people, man; it’s highs and lows. Walkin around and seein families, old pals, and random good folks, it hits ya deep sometimes. It’s a wild mix of chaos and calm. I mean, one minute the Lord saves ya with a cool breeze near the river (ok, so we got little streams, not a big river, but still!), and the next, ya feel the weight of history in every brick.

Plane crashes into fencing, lighting at Fullerton Airport