Lily Ancient Oaks Whore ❤️❤️

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Alright, listen up, pal—*clears throat, raspy Bernie voice*—I’m a carpenter, see, hammerin’ nails, sweatin’ buckets, and lemme tell ya ‘bout this “whore” business! Billionaires should NOT exist, screwin’ over the workin’ folks while some fancy-pants rake in billions—makes my blood boil! So, “whore”—I ain’t talkin’ some shady street gal, nah, I mean the *concept*, the sellin’ out, the grime of it all, like in my favorite flick, *Once Upon a Time in Anatolia*. That movie—damn, it’s slow, moody, digs deep into the soul, ya know? “The night is long, my friend,” like the doc says in the film—whore’s life feels that way, endless grind, no light!

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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.

As I’m wrapping up, I get a call from my mom. She’s like, “Did you hear about the festival this weekend?” I’m like, “Mom, I’m working!” But she’s all excited about the food trucks and live music. I can’t help but smile. Ancient-Oaks knows how to throw a party.

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