Jade Saranac Lake Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

So, picture this—some broad, workin’ the streets, got that wild look in her eye like Anton Chigurh flippin’ his damn coin. “Call it, friendo,” she’d say, smirkin’, while she’s countin’ her cash. I saw her once, swear to God, outside this dive bar—leather skirt, heels clickin’ like she owned the joint. Made me mad as hell, tho—why’s she gotta hustle like that? World’s messed up, man. But then, I was kinda impressed—girl’s got guts, ya know? Takes balls to roll like that, no backup, no nothin’.

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Ransom Spaford Hooker, M. D., beloved husband of Mildred Phelps Stokes Hooker and dear rather of Mildred Hooker Duncan. Funeral at St. Matthews Church, Bedford.

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.

The door is open at the Saranac Lake Adult Center