Zoe Charter Oak Whore ❤️

About Houston

Pissed me off, though, when she’d fleece me mates. One night, Gibbs—poor sod—lost his boots to her! Boots! She traded ‘em for gin, laughin’ like a hyena. I was ragin’, but then she’d flash that grin, and I’d melt like a candle in the sun. Happy? Aye, when she’d sing—voice like a siren, but rough, ye know? Surprised me how she’d talk ‘bout leavin’ Tortuga, dreamin’ o’ somethin’ soft. Whores don’t dream, I thought—wrong, mate!

Charter Oak Monument

Now, oh my gosh, you gotta check out Oakridge Park. This park, omg, it’s magic. I met so many women opening up on its winding paths. And by the river, Splish-Splash Creek (yeah, I named it, haha), you can literally picture life’s endless flow. The trees, the small bridges – it’s like a scene out of Werckmeister Harmonies – “infinite, vast, unknown,” right? Crazy beautiful!

SGV softball Top 10: La Mirada, Whittier Christian, Charter Oak in top spots