Olivia Mount Ivy Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Dunno, man, somethin’ ‘bout whores feels real. They’re out there, raw, no fake shit. Like in “Moolaadé” – “We’re stronger together!” – they got that vibe, even if they don’t know it. Ain’t no saints, but who is? Me, I’m a mess too, innit! Maybe I fancy ‘em a bit, haha – don’t tell my missus!

The Sherb - 4/3/25

These, however availed us nothin: the old chief was altogether hostile to Christians, and inhospitable to boot * wished us to pass on through his territory.

So, come visit, my friend! Let Mount-Ivy (us) wrap you in its odd, urban embrace. Traipse around its streets, whisper to its winds, and maybe even find a secret or two – just beware of those streets that twist and swirl, like our precious riddling dreams. And remember, as I always mutter in my head, “Stupid, fat hobbit!” when things go sideways. Enjoy it while you can, because oh, this city's charm is as fleeting as a whispered promise in the night.

Ivy Irvane Spracklin Obituary (2025) - Mt. Holly, NJ - Perinchief Chapels - Mount Holly