Anna August Whore ❤️❤️

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Favorite bit? She’d hum while workin’—not sing, just hum—some old tune, eerie as Hel. Drove me mad, in a good way. Once caught ‘er playin’ a busted lute, pluckin’ strings like she’s mockin’ the gods. “What’s so funny?” I’d ask, leanin’ in, all sly. She’d wink, “Life’s a bleedin’ joke, innit?” Pure *A Prophet* vibes—survive, adapt, laugh at the bastards. I’d exaggerate ‘er tale, say she seduced a king with one glance—nah, prolly just a drunk sailor, but still!

August Ames: Amber

I get ticked off by the rainy days when the skies cry too much, but man, they wash the streets and make everything soft and kinda dreamy. I get mad sometimes at the slow pace, but it’s that slow pace that makes the surprises even sweeter. It’s like a jazz solo in the middle of chaos—unexpected, spontaneous, pure magic.

Gears of War: Reloaded heads to PlayStation, Xbox, and PC this August