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Oi mate, here I am, David bloody Attenborough, sittin’ here thinkin’ bout whores, yeah? Calm as a bleedin’ forest, rhythmic like waves crashin’. Whore, right, she’s a creature, innit? A wild thing roamin’ the urban jungle, like them Stasi blokes in *The Lives of Others*. “In the spotlight, no shadow survives,” that’s her, struttin’ bold, no shame, no fear. Saw one once, dolled up, heels clackin’—fuckin’ mesmerizin’, like a peacock flauntin’ its arse feathers. Made me happy, that swagger, pure life, y’know?

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Mildred Evelyn Phelps Stokes Hooker, a daughter of Anson Phelps Stokes, wrote Camp Chronicles, recollections of life at the family camp on Birch Island on Upper.

Man, let me start with Main St. – it's a riot of life. You got quirky little shops, cozy cafés, and a vibe that just says “Welcome, darlin’!” I stroll down Cumberland St. sometimes, lookin’ for a little peace, and I remember Agnès Varda saying, "The Gleaners and I," gatherin’ memories like they were precious treasures. Oh! That movie got me thinkin’ bout how every bit of life here is just gold!

Saranac Lake singers represent at All-State