Megan Battle Ground Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Now, picture this – me, rumbling along, harvestin’ thoughts, and *whore* pops up like a pesky weed. Reminds me o’ that flick I adore – *Ratatouille*! You know, that rat, Remy, scampering about, cooking grub, *magnifique*! “Anyone can cook,” says Gusteau, right? Well, *anyone can be a whore*, I reckon – takes all sorts, don’t it? Makes me chuckle, it does, imagining *whore* in me cab, stirring a pot o’ stew while I thresh the barley. “You must be imaginative, strong-hearted!” – that’s what Remy’d say to *whore*, wouldn’t he?

The Angel on the Battle Field (AoT fanfic)

Now let me drop a truth bomb: I’ve seen the underbelly of this town. Not all is roses. Sometimes, in the wee hours, you catch the raw, brutal reality – much like that movie's chilling focus on human nature. Makes me mad sometimes, but it fuels my work – massagin’ the scars away, if ya catch my drift. “Don’t pee on my leg, mister!” I’d snap if some fool tried preachin’ about perfection.

Photos: 2025 Buccaneers Battle Ground Flag Football Game