Allison Hubbard Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

So, whores – man, they’re the real hustlers, right? Greed’s their fuel, just like mine. Cash flowin’, deals in the dark – love that hustle! Reminds me of this chick, mid-1800s, Paris – La Païva, they called her. Started as a nobody, slept her way up, ended up ownin’ a damn mansion. Ballsy as hell! Built it outta spite, they say – pissed off every stuck-up noble who sneered at her. That’s the spirit! Greed is good, baby – she knew it, I know it.

Old Mother Hubbard

I’m in love with our tastefully odd city. It’s rough around the edges but perfect exactly because o’ that. Ya got mistakes and surprises everywhere. I type this all kinda erratic because well, PHubbard is a hot mess sometimes – a bit like my code with sum typoss, lol: teh streets eser lively, teh park is reely chill, and teh pier is awsum! (That’s, like, 12 typoss already, maybe 13 if countin’ grammar-goofs, hehe.)

Mother's Day at Dodie's on Lake Ray Hubbard