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Oh, and the laughs! She’d mock me hat, callin’ it a “dead bird’s nest.” I’d fire back, “Least I ain’t sellin’ me arse!” She’d cackle, say, “Ye’d fetch a penny, tops!” Proper banter, that. Still, I’d wager she’d seen hell—whores always do. Them scars on her arm? Never asked, but I’d bet me ship they weren’t from no lover’s spat.

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Featuring 6 self-closing drawers, the top drawer has a removable felt liner, and the bottom drawers have a cedar-lined bottom. Accented by antique nickel ring.

Oh honey, lemme tell ya 'bout Cumberland – it's somethin' else! Now, I ain't never been one to go out on a limb, but this lil’ town near the Maryland mountains? It'll set your heart a-flutter, no joke. So, Cumberland’s got that charming rustic vibe on Main St., and ya just gotta check out Broad Street too – oh lawdy, the soul of all that Southern swag is there, I swear!

Cumberland Forest Community Fund