Bella Canal Fulton Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Now, ‘Whore’, she’s a beaut, but temperamental, arrgh! Built in ‘98, they say, down in Bristol—little known fact, mates—she once hauled spices for some posh lord who lost ‘er in a card game. Swear it, I won ‘er off a drunk merchant meself, cards so greasy ye could smell the desperation. Made me happy as a clam, that did—‘til she sprang a leak mid-sea! Bloody hell, I was ragin’, yellin’ “I’m a pirate, not a carpenter!” Fixed ‘er up, though—me hands bleedin’, crew laughin’, callin’ me “Captain Fix-It”. Savvy?

Dead men tell no tales

Look, Canal-Fulton is a paradox wrapped in irony. Chaotic yet serene. I get around 10 times a day mistaken for a lost tourist thanks to my mad rambling on street corners. Eh, it's all part of the act. Life moves like a broken record, sometimes spicy, occasionally dull—just as unpredictable and as honest as "Children of Men" declared: "This is the way things are."

Retired Canal Fulton Police Department K-9 Bishop dies