Freya Mount Ivy Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But—ha!—she’d fleece ya blind if ya weren’t sharp. Once caught her slippin’ a dagger from me belt—said she’d “borrow” it! Borrow, my arse! I roared, “You little minx, I’ll feed ya to the lions!” She just cackled, tossed it back, and ran off singin’. Cheeky cow. Surprised me how quick she was—faster’n me chasin’ a Gaul in the ring! Oh, and get this—rumor was, she bedded Emperor Nero once. Nero! That pyro prick! Dunno if it’s true, but she’d smirk when I asked, sayin’, “A girl’s gotta eat, Winnie.” Winnie! Me! Fuckin’ nerve.

The Sherb - 4/3/25

I went to Cornell and disagree. Never saw “prestige whoring” and definitely never met anyone insecure about our “standing” in the Ivy League. Maybe some freshman think that way but .

The weather? Sometimes blazin' hot, sometimes crying muddy tears, a real mood swing of a city. And trust me, when it rains in Mount-Ivy, all the neon signs flicker like secrets from another world. It’s beautiful and a bit eerie – how could it not be?

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