Isabella Hubbard Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Ooh, but the smell – yikes! Milkin’ cows is bad enough, but whore? She rolls in like a barn after a storm. Hmmm… maybe it’s the cheap perfume? Ha, “friendo,” she ain’t foolin’ me! I’d nag her to shower, but she’d just laugh. Oh, and her laugh – loud, like a cowbell on steroids! Drives me nuts, but it’s catchy, dang it. Caught myself hummin’ it once – ugh, Marge, get a grip!

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Sisters, Saints, Sibyls by Sue hurling insults like slut and whore. Immediately we are wrong footed. Asked to question what constitutes the truth.

PHubbard is a maze of criss-crossin’ streets, like Elm Street, Oak Blvd, and that zigzag road called Rooke Way. Seriously, these streets make ya feel like you're in a Coen flick, kinda like "Inside Llewyn Davis" when they say, “It’s like paradise, only grimmer.” I mean, fool me once, right?

Mark Hubbard makes birdie on No. 14 at THE CJ CUP