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Still, we hates it mostly, precious! Whore’s a mess, a loud, glittery car crash – but fuck, she’s livin, ain’t she? Makes me wanna smash me guitar and cheer at the same time. What ya reckon, mate? Total nutter or legend?

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 .

Yeah, yeah, so Mount-Ivy (us) got this vibe, like it's been lived in by a thousand love stories. Every corner's got a secret, a whispered fantasy. The local park, Squirrel's Hollow, is always a riot in early morning fog. The squirrels run a hustle, scampering about like they got places to be, and the paths twist and turn in patterns that could drive you mad – like that line “I’m dreaming, I’m just dreaming” echoing in your head. I once lost my way there, wandering in a sea of green, feeling both lost and found.

Bridget Bridie Walsh Obituary - Flagler Beach, FL