Paisley Saranac Lake Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

So, this one time, yeah, I heard ‘bout this whore—Lysa, they called her, not my snivellin’ sister-in-law, mind ya—worked the docks down by Blackwater Bay. Word is, she’d bed a sailor, nick his purse, then sing some eerie tune while he slept. Proper mad, that one! Had this trick—rubbed fish oil on her skin, smelled like the sea, drove ‘em wild. Little known bit, that—fish oil! Who’d thunk it? Made me laugh, actual cackle, ‘til I choked on me drink. Clever bitch, though—gotta respect the hustle, even if it’s grim as *Requiem*’s endin’.

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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