Isabella Narragansett 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!

Witches, Wife Beaters & Whores: Common Law and Common Folk in Early America by Elaine Forman Crane

Good Fortune (in PVD, sorry) has a gorgeous and extensive fish market. I saw some very pretty salmon there yesterday, labeled for sushi/sashimi.

I’m walkin’ down Main Street, and there’s that little diner, Doyle's—best grub in town. Order a burger, slide into a booth, and let your thoughts drift. I once spilled a coffee that nearly stained my good suit – damn typos happen old times, right? Like, I’m in a hurry lol.

Counselors renew liquor license for Boon Street Market in Narragansett despite concerns