Aurora Saranac Lake Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Back in old London, whores had secrets. Did ya know some kept diaries? Scribblin’ ‘bout lords they bedded – ha! One even snitched to the coppers, brought down a duke! We’s cackling thinkin’ ‘bout it. Dirty fingers, dirty deals, precious. Makes us mad, all that sneakin’. But happy too – they’s survivors, ain’t they? Like Carol and Therese, “What a strange girl you are.” Whore’s strange too, livin’ bold, no shame.

TGIF shenanigans

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