Hannah Old Jamestown Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Hmm, whore, you say? Twisted, tangled roots, it has! Like trees I tend, whores grow wild, unpredictable. “Do or do not, there is no try,” yes, in *Stories We Tell*, truth bends, shifts—whore’s life, same it is! Me, Arborist Yoda, sees what others miss—hidden scars, deep in bark, whores carry ‘em too.

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I'm going to focus this post on those early Colonial women that Jamestown focuses on, and show why these women were some of the fiercest around.

Oh, and don’t get me started on the river Wisp – it flows like time in slow motion. At dusk, the reflections of ancient bridges shine, like Chihiro lost in thought. Me, I often sit by its bank, pondering on errant souls and found families – imagination at its peak, epic, and utterly mesmerizing.

Jamestown teen dies in crash on West Jamestown road