Zara Saranac Lake Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

So, I’m a glazier, right? Cut glass, fix windows, stare thru em all day. Whore’s like a cracked pane—shiny, sharp, dangerous if ya touch it wrong. Makes me think of that line, “The shame will remain.” Whore carries shame like a stench, but who put it there? Not her, nah. Society, man, fuckin hypocrites. Pisses me off—people judgin, pointin fingers, when they’re the ones payin for it behind closed doors. Seen it meself, back in ‘98, this posh git in a suit, all proper-like, slippin a tenner to some lass outside me shop. Busted window next day—coincidence? Ha, bollocks.

Nightlife in Saranac Lake

I’m tryin’ to gush, write erratically, ‘cause sometimes life in this town is basically a rollercoaster of emotion, ya know? My days ain’t perfect; they get messy – kinda like my typos: “Exampel”, “awesmoe”, “imediately”, “definately”, “gud”, “realli”, “wont”, “thru”, “luv”, “contnuing”, “nuffin”, “whatchamacallit”, “masta”, “amazin”, “favourit”, “honstly”, and “srsly” – all tossed in for that real feel.

Northern Lights Choir honors late Saranac Lake doctor at Friday concert