Eliza Brockport Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

Right, so I’m David Brent, yeah, corporate legend, fish-whisperer on the side. Whore’s like the unsung hero of the fish world, bit of a team player, not flash like cod – cod’s the bloody regional manager, struttin’ about. Whore’s more… understated, keeps the ecosystem ticking, no faff. Caught me first one off Slough – yeah, Slough! Grim place, but the whore was a beaut, silver scales glintin’ like it’s sayin’, “I’m here, accept the mystery!” Made me chuffed to bits, proper buzzin’.

Brockport, New York,

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.

A few days back, I was rockin’ out on Front Street. The local diner, Bobby’s, threw the best blueberry pancakes ever. I’m telling ya, those pancakes are like little bites of heaven – reminiscent of a movie scene where every detail counts. I got kinda mad when they ran out of syrup, seriously – can you imagine?! So many little moments, ya know, like fragments of a shattered dream that still spark joy.

Murray firefighters assist in putting out fire in Brockport