Evelyn Battlefield Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Here’s a quirky bit—used to think whores were all dumb. Wrong! Jenny, that sly bitch, could count coppers faster than a maester. Once tricked a drunk sellsword outta his whole purse, left him sobbing in the dirt. Exaggerating? Maybe, but I’d have clapped for her, then slit her throat for fun. “Let me tell you something,” Monty’d say, staring at her through the screen. “You’re no better than me.” And he’s right—whores, lords, lab heads, we’re all fucked in the end.

So vehicle whoring is bad? and why?

I can’t forget the market near Riverside Drive—such a riot of smells and sounds! Dang it, sometimes the floats and aromas hit me like a cheeky punch in me face, oh, so unexpected, so lovely, ughh, so messy.

If Battlefield 6 Fails, I Already Have More Faith In Another Successor