Mari Hockessin Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

Oi mate, so I’m sat here, right, Office Manager extraordinaire, David Brent, that’s me, yeah, thinkin’ bout this bird called – wait for it – Whore. Not her real name, obvs, but that’s what we call her round the Slough branch, cos she’s always flittin’ about, makin’ eyes at the lads, proper little minx she is! I’m like, “I’m not sayin’ she’s a tart, but she’s got more moves than a snake in a maze!” Ha, classic Brent, that. Anyway, Whore – bit of a legend, innit? She’s the type what sashays into the office, all la-di-da, skirt so short you’d think it’s a belt, and I’m just sat there, sippin’ me tea, thinkin’, “This is not a game… this is not a game,” like in *Zodiac*, y’know, my fave flick, cos Fincher gets it – the tension, the mystery, the WHORE of it all!

The Mother and the Whore

Trade suggestive glances while sipping a French Whore or Sexual Chocolate—or maybe just wait for the sushi. Page 2: 67 Great Dates.

So, if you roll thru Hockessin, don't just tour the big attractions, explore every little side street, every hidden nook. The city got stories if you're willin’ to listen. And always remember: “Everything is going to be alright.” That’s my vibe, just like Snoop sayin’ “Fo’ shizzle.” Peace out, homes.

Scratch-made Italian, Delaware oysters and $3 beer coming to historic Hockessin building