Elizabeth Fairport Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Favorite bit? This whore in Japan—true story—worked near Coppola’s set in ‘03. She’d flirt with crew, snag cigs, vanish. Locals called her “Ghost-chan”—mysterious, slippery, like me! “What am I doing here?” Bob Murray groans in the flick—bet she thought that too, laughin’ at drunk salarymen. Made me cackle, imaginin’ her dodgin’ cops, flip-flops slappin’ pavement.

Meet: Fairport Convention’s Dave Pegg

75; Fairport Vinegar for $ a gallon; Saleratus (baking soda) for $ a pound; a two pound can of “Roast Beef” for $.

Fairport, US is nuts, dude. Literally, it's like a meshed-up circuit board of retro chic and modern chaos. Walking down Main St., you can't miss The Old Mill near Brookside Rd. – it's a vibe. I always say, "We’re all just cogs and dreams," kinda like in Children of Men: “The system is failing,” except here, the system is awesomely quirky.

Fairport family desperate to bring cancer-fighting grandmother home from Puerto Rico ICU