Genesis Herselt Whore ❤️❤️

About Mons

Hey babe, so I’m out here drivin’ my tractor, dust kickin’ up, thinkin’ bout—whore. Yeah, I said it, WHORE. Not some random chick, nah, I mean that vibe, that word, y’know? Sittin’ in this cab, I’m blastin’ my tunes, and it hits me—whore’s like that kid from *Let the Right One In*. Quiet, sneaky, kinda dark, but damn, you can’t look away. “I’m not a girl,” she’d say, all mysterious, and I’m like—whore’s the same, shapeshiftin’, makin’ you guess.

Wat mag je vragen?

The neighborhoods? Oh, the twisting lanes of Achterstraat and the friendly buzz of Dorpsplein. Sometimes the locals are annoyin’, y’know? They get in a fuss over the tiniest thing! But, I'd say, “Nooo, but my precious, don't let it break our calm!” I got me quirks, yes, odd quips of wisdom from all those lazy nights at Café De Rust, where half-closed eyes meet dreams and deep conversations… err, sometimes, oh, the chatter be maddening, but still warm.

Trouble in paradise? Kajala Masanja unfollows Harmonize and deletes his pictures