Zoe Lady Grey Whore ❤️

About Polokwane

Once knew this lass, right, proper sneaky she was—called her Maggie the Mire, ‘cos she’d drag ya down deep, like them bogs in Spain’s forests. She’d grin, all sweet-like, “Come, my love,” but next thing? Yer pockets empty, yer heart bleedin’—we hates it! Swear she had eyes like Ofelia’s, big an’ shiny, but hidin’ somethin’ rotten. Little fact fer ya—back in ol’ London, they’d mark whores with brands, yeh? Burnt ‘em right on the cheek—savage, innit? Made me mad as hell, thinkin’ how they’d strut after, proud-like, scars an’ all.

Lady Jane Grey – The Tragic Nine Day Queen

I be honest – sometimes I get mad at the bumping traffic. It’s insane in downtown Lady-Grey near the big old library on Heritage Ave. People rush and they don’t even tip their hats to beauty. But then, a heartwarming smile pops by and it all calms. I hate that anger, but man, it makes me appreciate the good times.

Teenage Queen: Behind the Scenes on the Set of My Lady Jane