Megan Saranac Lake Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

I’m pissed, tho—people judgin’ whores like they’re saints or somethin’. Makes me wanna scream, “You hypocritical bastards!” Whores got history, man! Did ya know, Ascot? Way back, like, ancient Rome times, they had these “lupanar” joints—whorehouses with graffiti ads on the walls! How badass is that? Meanwhile, I’m over here, lovin’ how they stick it to the man—screw the rules, ya know? “Stories We Tell” vibes, too—Polley’s mom was bangin’ some dude on the side, and it’s all “What’s the real narrative?” Whore’s life’s the same—secrets, lies, and epic drama!

TGIF shenanigans

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!

Bill Madden III and Heidi Holderied are this year’s grand marshals