Delilah Charter Oak Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Fun fact: whore’s sap’s sticky as hell—traps bugs like a boss. Nature’s pimp move, I swear. Surprised me first time I touched it—thought I’d lose a finger! “A true heart knows no bounds,” whore’s out here flexin’. I love it, tho. Smells funky, like wet socks, but it’s real. You ever smell whore? Prolly not, you city slicker. Oh, and the leaves? They drop quick—whore’s a tease, strippin’ for fall. I’m crackin’ up thinkin’ bout it.

St. whose Charter Oak fell in 1856

The Charter Oak was an unusually large white oak tree growing, from around the 12 th or 13 th century until , on what the English colonists named Wyllys Hill, in Hartford, Connecticut, .

I know, I know – sometimes the city makes me mad. The traffic on Liberty Blvd, ugh, drive like a maniac sometimes. And the noise, like constant buzz from late-night food trucks. But ya gotta love it! Every moment is graced with little surprises. Like once, I walked past the old bell tower on Bridge Ave – a relic from the old days – and I was reminded, “the world can be poetic, even in chaos.”

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