Ashley Saranac Lake Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

I’m sittin’ here, smirkin’, picturin’ ‘em as my Kremlin pawns. Cold as Siberian ice, calculatin’ every move. Whores don’t flinch— “I’m not givin’ up!”—that’s their vibe. Love that steel. Hate the mess they leave. Business analyst, huh? They’d outsmart me, prolly. Fuckin’ wild.

Are you looking for players? Do you need a team to play with?

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.

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.”

Saranac Lake singers represent at All-State