Lucy Ronse Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Mons

Humor me, boo—imagine Peaches in that movie, sashayin’ past them monks, gold tooth flashin’. “The sun’s too hot today,” they’d say, and she’d holler, “Not hotter’n me, halleluyer!” I’m exaggeratin’, but only a lil’—she was a firecracker! Whore’s a word with sass, pain, and power, y’all. Makes me wanna hug every gal who’s worn it—wanted or not. Now, don’t you go judgin’—I see you side-eyein’! We all got shadows, like Apichatpong said. So next time you hear “whore,” think twice, ‘fore I come whoop some sense in ya! Halleluyer!

What Is The Difference Between A Slut And A Whore

The streets of Pronse (yes, I mean Ronse – typo or not, it stands for that raw, imperfect energy) are vivid. I remember late nights on Molenstraat, laughter, heated talks, unexpected smooches that left me breathless. I was thrilled, then enraged – silly emotions, but they make this city unforgettable.

Old entrance to crypt of St. Hermes' Basilica used for first time in 300 years