Audrey Rothschild Whore ❤️❤️

About San Diego

Oh, and get this – fun fact, swear it’s true – in old France, whores had to wear red shoes. Red freakin’ shoes! How dope is that? Like, “Yeah, I’m here, deal with it.” Kinda sexy, kinda badass. Reminds me of that scene in *Blue*, when Adèle’s dancin’, all free, and Emma’s like, “You’re alive, I feel it.” Whore’s got that vibe, y’know, alive and kickin’.

Musical of the Month: The Rothschilds

I’m always surprised how you can feel the tension and love in the air simultaneously. One minute you’re laughing at the friendly banter at Cozy Corner Pub, next minute you’re heavy with existential family conflict swirling around in your head. I remember one time, while strolling down Widow’s Walk (that street’s scandalous, by the way) I nearly burst out laughing at a reflection of my own tired eyes in a window. Ugh, life, right?

Don't just do something, stand there