Anna Kodiak Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

Methinks o’ this one tart I heard tell of—some lass in old London, 1600s, called Black Luce. Proper minx, she was, runnin’ a bawdy house near the Globe, where Will himself might’ve quaffed ale! Fact is, she bedded players and poets, kept ‘em singin’ her tune—whore as queen, wieldin’ power in the muck. Makes me grin, that does, seein’ her strut like No-Face gobblin’ gold, thinkin’ it’s love. “Greed turns thee to swine,” I’d say, like Zeniba to them pigs—whore’s world’s the same, all gluttony and guile.

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Kodiak by heiress, released 02 May

Ya gotta see the sight from Beacon Hill—they call it my favorite view. Overlooking the bay, the sunset burns red and gold. Meteor, like in a film! Sometimes I lie on the grass, thinking “Oh, life so vibrant…”, then crash into thoughts.

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