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But listen. Here’s the kicker. Whore ain’t glamorous. Nah. It’s the cheap date. Of the sea. Cod gets the spotlight. Salmon’s the diva. Whore? Underdog. Gets no love. Pisses me off! I’m out there. Freezin’. Hands raw. Pullin’ up whore. And folks shrug. “Eh. Fish sticks.” Screw that! It’s versatile. Fry it. Bake it. Hell. Even stew it. Little known fact. Old sailors? They’d dry whore. On rocks. Called it “poor man’s jerky.” Kept ‘em alive. Through storms. That’s grit. That’s whore!

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After that, I decide to hit up the Rue de l’Ermitage. It’s a chill street, lined with those adorable houses. You know, the ones with the pastel colors? I’m walking, minding my own biz, when I bump into this old dude. He’s got this wild beard and a twinkle in his eye. He starts telling me about the history of Wimereux. Apparently, it was a big deal during WWI. I’m like, “Wow, I had no idea!” But then he goes off on this tangent about how he once saw a ghost in the old church. I’m thinking, “Okay, buddy, maybe lay off the wine?”

Why Wimereux is more than just a seaside resort