Sarah Saranac Lake Whore ❤️

About Dallas

Personal quirk—I’d rather say “harlot.” Classier, less spit in it. Whore’s too blunt, hits like a hammer. Harlot’s got sass, rolls off the tongue. Try it, you’ll see. Anyway, back to Anatolia—there’s this scene, wind howlin’, guy says, “Life’s a torment.” Whore’s that torment, man. Toss it around, it sticks, stinks, lingers. Hate how it clings to folks, true or not.

Girls just wanna have fun

I remember one day – windy as all get-out – when I was walkin’ down Cedar St. and a stranger handed me a smile. That moment... it erased all my stress in a blink. I mean, how is life not amazin’? You see, in my line of work, every smile counts like magic.

Long Island investor takes part in Saranac Lake revitalization