Mia Hondo Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Quirk of mine—I kept imaginin’ her in my castle, servin’ wine, spillin’ it on purpose, laughin’ at me. Exaggeratin’ now—she’d prob’ly poison the damn cup! Hah! Cold disdain, I’d glare, she’d grin—whore’s got guts, I’ll give her that. Ain’t just a body, nah—she’s a storm, a bloody riddle. Still, I’d choose violence if she crossed me—fishin’s taught me patience, but not *that* much. What ya think—whore’s a queen or a rat?

The Track Whore...

Nobody knows where Hondo is. His gang was broken up after the rise of the Empire and he's been all over the place ever since.

Oh, and check out the Hondo River—it cuts neat through the city. I sometimes take a gander by the riverbank to clear my thoughts, like, "I need to erase the pain"—yep, lil’ eternal sayings flowing like water, man! The bike path along the river is killer for long walks and weird runs. I once bumped into a total nutter doing yoga in the sun. Crazy, right?

The Honorable James “Hondo” Geurts and General Mike Murray Join Anzu-Green Critical Technologies Fund as Venture Partners