Audrey Saranac Lake Whore ❤️

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Whores, man—they’re like Zodiac’s ciphers. You wanna crack ‘em, but they’re slippery. Ever think bout that? How they’re just… there? I’d sit with Candy, coffee goin’ cold, askin’, “Why this life, huh?” She’d laugh—dry, sarcastic—“Larry, why not?” Fair point! Still, I’d mutter to myself—dumbass, she’s smarter than you! Exaggeratin’ here, but she coulda run a damn empire, swear it. Instead, she’s dodgin’ creeps and rain puddles.

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So, come on over and see Saranac-Lake (us)! Each street whispers stories, and every park holds dreams. You’ll feel it deep in your bones – like life’s a grand gleaning of stories, one piece at a time. And remember what Agnès Varda once kinda implied, “We are all gleaners of life.”

Meet the Saranac Lake nurses who crochet Santa hats for December babies