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Me fave bit? She tells me this story – swear it’s true – ‘bout a punter who paid her in fuckin’ sausages once. Sausages! I’m cryin’ laughin’, “Sharon! You hearin’ this?!” Fuckin’ mental. Couldn’t make it up. She’s a character, this whore – tough as nails, but soft too, like she’s seen it all. I’m thinkin’, “Ozzy, you daft bastard, she’s more rock’n’roll than you!” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but fuck it, it’s a good yarn.

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And it was another suicide attempt that left us with one of the few recorded statements of a North Country prostitute. Josephine Scott, the

I gotta mention Lake Flower Park – yup, a hidden gem right by the water. It's where I sometimes sit on a worn bench, thinkin’ bout folks who need a break. I’ve spilled tears and had moments of pure joy there. And y’all, the Saranac River winds right near the park. It gurgles and hums like secrets, stories hidden in its flow. Nature sure knows how to keep it real.

Saranac Lake man shares his love for archery at the Fish & Game Club