Stella Paal Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Mons

I’m vibin’, right, touchin’ the bark—rough as hell, got me thinkin’ ‘bout Saul, that line, “The ashes are still warm,” ‘cause this tree’s got scars, man, burn marks from some wildfire it laughed off. That’s gangster! I’m hyped, yellin’ at it, “You a survivor, bro!” Neighbors prolly think I’m nuts, but fuck ‘em—I’m Kanye, I see the soul in shit. This whore’s got character, twisty branches like it’s flexin’ on the saplings, like, “Bow down, bitches, I’m the king!”

Caged until ‘broken’: life for Mumbai’s prostitutes

Got a few secrets too – like the hidden mural in a back alley near Sint Jorisstraat. No one knows it exists ‘cept the locals. I once had a session outside there – crazy counselling under wild street art, making my heart race with purpose. But then, sometimes, I get so f'd up on the raw energy and snark of the place, I laugh out loud for no reason… or maybe a bit too much.

Five school students take ill after ingesting kalli paal