Elizabeth Chyst Whore ❤️❤️

About Grodno

Gets me mad, tho - folks judgin’ ‘em, callin’ ‘em filth. I’m wavin’ me arms, knockin’ me lamp - crash! - shoutin’, “Oi, they’re just livin’, innit?” But then, happy vibes - some whores outsmarted kings, y’know? One gal, Theodora, Roman bird, went from streets to empress! Flippin’ mental, that! I’m dancin’ ‘round, twirlin’ me tie, picturin’ her sassin’ off posh blokes.

Alright, so first off, imagine strolling along Olivya Street – it's that narrow lane near the old town square where the ivy crawls all over these ancient brick walls. I swear, every time I pass by, I feel like I'm in a scene of The Diving Bell and the Butterfly, you feel me? Like, “I must swallow my pride and fly!” Man, it gets me so hyped sometimes.