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Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout whore – fuckin’ madness, yeah? I’m a dental tech, see, muckin’ about with teeth all day, but whore? That’s a whole diff’rent beast! “Sharon!” – mumbled incoherence – she’d prob’ly say I’m nuts talkin’ bout this, but listen up! Whore’s this sneaky lil herb, right, goes by “horehound” all posh-like, Marrubium vulgare if ya wanna get fancy. Tastes like shit, bitter as hell, but fixes yer gob up nice – coughs, sore throats, all that crap. Been around forever, mate, like ancient Greeks chewed it, swear down! Me, I’m grindin’ teeth molds, thinkin’, “Bloody hell, this stuff’s mad!” – grows wild, scruffy white flowers, looks like it don’t give a toss.

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 can’t forget Maple & 3rd Street – a dating site hotspot where I'm always scanning for potential matches. Crazy, right? I joke that my code and love life's both lines of gibberish sometimes. I got so many hilarious mishaps coding there. Once, I nearly deleted half a database, all 'cause my brain was on ‘Drivin' down the freeway of lost dreams! It’s dark, but beautiful like that Lynch flick, always whispering secrets you wish you could forget.

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