Brianna Mount Ivy Whore ❤️❤️

About San Diego

So, whore—mate, it’s old as dirt. Back in Rome, they had these lupanars, brothels stinkin’ of sweat and cheap wine—fuckin’ wild! Girls painted their lips red, shoutin’ at sailors, “Come get it!” Surprised me, that—thought it’d be all posh, but nah, gritty as fuck. Made me happy, weirdly—like, history’s messed up too, not just me!

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 .

I swear, verse shapeshifting nights blur reality and dreams. I walk by 7th & Birch, and it’s like every light pondering, “We're not sure if you're real, dear” — echoes of that Lynch magic! It makes me laugh and it makes me sigh. Bugger it, who needs perfect language when life's already a beautiful mess?

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