Eliza Brockport Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

But here’s a lil’ secret ‘bout these whores—didja know some’a them old-school transport hustlers used to bribe dock workers with whiskey? True story! Back in the ‘70s, they’d slip a bottle to speed up unloadin’. Sneaky, huh? Kinda admire the hustle, gotta say—made me grin like a damn fool. “That’s the way to do it!”—like James defusin’ an IED with swagger.

Canalside Chronicles

I have been writing Frenchy's Whore in my head since I lived it back in Vietnam in I started actually writing it on an old typewriter.

There’s a park, oh man, I think it’s called Harmony Park—perfect for chillin’, hangin’ with friends, or even solo moments when you need to let it all out. Kids run wild, lovers meet up, and old folks sit on their benches like watchful guardians of a secret world. I even had one wild session there: spilled all my feelings under an oak tree and almost cried out “why’s everything so beautiful and tragic?!” LOL – true confession.

Grad Enters His “New Era”