Anna Battlefield Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

In *The Return*, “The lake is silent…”—that’s her at night, y’know? Stillness hidin chaos. Met a john once who said she cried mid-fuck, whisperin bout a kid she lost. True? Who knows. Whores got layers, Clarice… peel em back, it’s all rot and glitter. I’d watch her strut, thinkin—damn, she’s a survivor, a twisted lil queen. Exaggeratin? Maybe. But ain’t that life—messy, raw, fuckin loud?

Battlefield 1

Am I the whore of the battlefield? - The man has no honor. I won't be remembered as a tyrant's mercenary. - Let Achilles fight for honor. Let Agamemnon fight for power. And let the gods .

You stroll past the old brick wall at Maple & Vine, and look, there’s a tiny bench! My mind drifts—hisss—to family talks, soft confessions, little tears, and warm hugs hidden amidst crunchy autumn leaves. Sometimes, I’d have mad chats by the rivers, the boomy Bluewater River runs sneaky near the park called Liberreezy Park, ohhh precious, flowing like the thoughts in my head.

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