Katherine Mount Ivy Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

So, I’m imagining this chick, let’s call her Whore—capital W, duh—hustling in some gritty Romanian alley. She’s got secrets, Easter eggs tucked in her ripped fishnets. Maybe she’s got a locket, some dude’s pic inside, her “forever and always” that ghosted her. Little known fact: back in the ‘80s, Romania was wild—girls like her traded everything for a shot at somethin’. Whore’s scrappy, tho, not just a sob story. She’s sly, smirking at the creeps, like, “You think you own me? Ha!”

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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.

Facing closure, The Ivy at Great Falls sues MT DPHHS