Valentina Saranac Lake Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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See, I reckon a whore’s a survivor, right? Sells what they got to keep breathin’. Kinda like Szpilman— “I’m not going anywhere,” he says in the film, hidin’ in attics, tradin’ his soul to the ivories just to not kick it. Me? I’d be pissed if I were him—starvin’, cold, and for what? Some prick in a fancy coat to clap at ya? But that’s the rub, innit? Whores don’t get to pick their johns, and Szpilman didn’t pick the Nazis. Makes me angry, that—how life screws ya, then expects a bloody thank-you.

Girls just wanna have fun

I gotta drop some local lowdown too: The Saranac-Lake Library holds secret reading nooks. I’ve sat there pretendin’ like I’m in a hip indie film, inspirin’ souls (even if it’s just two seconds before I hit a wall of typos, lol!). And y’all, if your heart feels heavy, the little riverside trail near Old Mill Road is a quick fix for that soul – nature, fresh air, and a little bit of “I feel alive” magic.

Village approves police move to Saranac Lake armory