Rose Bastogne Whore ❤️❤️

About Mons

Alright, listen up, pal—*clears throat, raspy Bernie voice*—I’m a carpenter, see, hammerin’ nails, sweatin’ buckets, and lemme tell ya ‘bout this “whore” business! Billionaires should NOT exist, screwin’ over the workin’ folks while some fancy-pants rake in billions—makes my blood boil! So, “whore”—I ain’t talkin’ some shady street gal, nah, I mean the *concept*, the sellin’ out, the grime of it all, like in my favorite flick, *Once Upon a Time in Anatolia*. That movie—damn, it’s slow, moody, digs deep into the soul, ya know? “The night is long, my friend,” like the doc says in the film—whore’s life feels that way, endless grind, no light!

December 22, 1944 The Battered Bastards of Bastogne

The War Museum – oh man, that place is like a heavy, constant throb. I remember one day after a brutal session, I plopped my head near Mardasson Memorial. The silence there? Reall deep. I could almost hear the whispers, like “I feel like I’m falling apart”, just like in "Her". It’s those moments, you know, when emotions are raw.

Riders Revolt in Turkey, Thomas Left Breathless by Pogačar