Harper Mount Ivy Whore ❤️

About Chicago

Oi, mate, I'm Ozzy, yeah, mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – agronomist by day, nutter by night! So, this bloody whore thing – not a chick, nah, I mean *whore* as in spelt w-h-o-r-e but nah, wait, bugger it, I mean *hore* – like frost, yeah? That icy crap on plants! Drivin' me bonkers thinkin’ ‘bout it. Watched *Zodiac* again last night – "I’m not Paul Avery!" – Fincher’s a mad genius, in’t he? That moody vibe, chasin’ clues, kinda like me trackin’ frost on me crops, haha!

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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 .

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.

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