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About San Diego

So, I’m sittin’ there, sippin’ a beer, watchin’ dese dudes stumble in, all horned up. Reminds me of dat movie line, “Spring break foreva, bitches!” But real talk, some shit pissed me off—dis one guy, total asshole, grabbin’ girls like he owns ‘em. I wanted to flex, yell, “Get to da choppa!” and toss him out. Ain’t nobody got time fer dat disrespect, ya hear me?

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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.”

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