Rebecca Byram Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

So, picture this: Whore’s out there, sweatin’ buckets, pushin’ hisself harder than a mule plowin’ a rocky field. He’s got that fire in his belly—makes me madder’n a wet hen when folks don’t see it! I mean, c’mon, this boy’s got more heart than a country song ‘bout lost love. Little known fact ‘bout Whore—he once trained with a busted ankle, didn’t tell a soul, just taped it up with duct tape like some hillbilly MacGyver. Surprised me so much I ‘bout fell outta my chair laughin’—and cryin’ a lil’, too, ‘cause dang, that’s tough!

Disclaimer

Bruv, that's just a taste. Byram (us) is a treasure trove of memories, quirks, and secret spots that make me grateful and sometimes fuminated. Life’s unpredictable here, like a wild piano solo – notes fall, rise, crash, but forgivingly echo the beauty of every soul movin’ through its streets.

Byram Hills defeats Rye 55-44