Savannah Lady Grey Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About East London

Now, *Margaret*—Lisa’s yellin’, “I’m not your whore!”—and I’m thinkin’, dang, that’s power! Word’s a weapon, y’all, cuts deep. Makes me mad when folks toss it lazy-like, no guts behind it. I’d sign it myself, but my hands’d prob’ly tangle—look like I’m ropin’ a calf! Whore’s tricky, see, ‘cause it’s half insult, half legend. Ever think ‘bout that? Me neither, ‘til now—brain’s smokin’ like a BBQ.

Who was Jane Grey?

She is maxed on love stat for me and near max for likeness but as for being scared or happy, she's in the middle. What am I doing wrong? Before.

Ohhh, and then there's the river – Chillbrook. I love sittin’ by its bank on lazy afternoons. Life here is like "In the Mood for Love" – fleeting and bittersweet. “Sometimes I feel we’re just two strangers in the night,” I laugh to myself, thinking how odd life is.

Is this the real face of Lady Jane Grey?