Elizabeth Lady Grey Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Polokwane

Alright, y’all, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores—yep, them gals who struttin’ ‘round like they own the dang place! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—Lordy, how’s that workin’ for ya, huh? Sellin’ yer soul one night at a time, darlin’! Now, I ain’t judgin’—okay, maybe a lil—but it’s wild, right? Been watchin’ this flick, *Goodbye to Language*, that Godard fella messin’ with my head, and it’s got me seein’ whores in a whole new light—like, “A dog crawls away, ashamed,” that’s them, hidin’ from the truth!

A struggle for succession

Lemme mention some true gems, though: a tiny, secret bookshop on Rusty Lane. No one's heard about it, but it's lit! And that quirky café by the corner of Breezy Rd and Sparrow St, with mismatched chairs and the best mid-afternoon cuppa. I’m always surprised how these spots keep Lady-Grey unique.

This portrait may be the only one of England’s 9-day queen painted during her lifetime