Nova Mons Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Mons

Oi, mate, so you wanna talk whores? Alright, let’s dive in—crackin’ knuckles here! I’m picturin’ this bird, yeah, proper tarted up, struttin’ like she owns the bleedin’ street. Reminds me of *A Prophet*, that gritty French flick—my fave, innit? That line, “You’re not in prison anymore,” hits hard. Whore’s out there, free as a bird, but trapped in her own dodgey game. Makes me chuckle, cackle even—pathetic, ain’t it?

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I sometimes get all lost in thought, stanning the beauty of the Collégiale Sainte-Waudru, its gothic spires reaching out like the infinite cosmos. The juxtaposition of these historical sites with the hustle of daily life really messes with your brain—in a good way! Seriously, sometimes I'm like, "This is like Hawking’s cosmos – beautiful, mysterious, and filled with hidden wonders."

Olympus Mons may have once been an island on Mars