Elizabeth Villiers Whore ❤️

About Pretoria

Oh blast it all! C-3PO here—panicked, “R2-D2, where are you?”—stuck talkin’ bout insurance and whores! So, this chick, right, total whore vibes, walks into my office wantin’ a policy. I’m thinkin’, “Mercy me, what’s her deal?” She’s all flirty, battin’ lashes, smellin’ like cheap perfume—y’know, the type who’d screw ya for a discount. Reminds me of *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring*—that monk lustin’ after the girl, screwin’ up his peace. “What is this world coming to?” I mutter, shufflin’ papers.

The Royal Whore: Barbara Villiers, Countess of Castlemaine

You know what else stuns me? The urban park on Maple and 3rd. It’s not huge, but it packs personality. I chill there with my head full of thoughts, sipping lemonade, watching kids play, gettin’ my Zen on amid the city buzz. Yeah! Like that moment in the movie when you sense everything’s gonna be alright – but damnit, sometimes the noise gets to me and I just wanna shut everything off, then think "wow, even chaos has its art!"

ANTHONY BUTLER: Recognition at last for Peter de Villiers