Charlotte Ancient Oaks Whore ❤️

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Hiya, buddy! So, like, whores, right? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—is a whore like mayonnaise? Y’know, an instrument or somethin’? HA! Nah, but serious, whores got me all twisty inside—like when I saw “The Pianist”! That movie, dude, so sad, so wow! Whores tho, they’re everywhere, right? Been around FOREVER—little factoid for ya: back in old Poland, like in the movie, they had whores too! Called ‘em “street pianists” or some junk—playin’ for coins, heh, get it? Made me giggle, but also kinda mad—why they gotta sell themselves, huh?

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This ancient live oak tree, predating English settlement, has stood at Old Point Comfort since before the construction of the fort. Named for an early colonial.

Back at the switchboard, things get wild. I get a call from the mayor’s office. Yeah, the mayor! They’re all in a tizzy about a missing statue from the park. Like, who steals a statue? It’s Ancient-Oaks, not a heist movie! I’m trying to keep it together while they’re panicking. “We need that statue back!” they say. I’m like, “Maybe check the local pawn shops?”

Country diary: Between the storms I check on the vulnerable old trees