Kayla Tongerlo Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Ghent

Ain’t gonna lie, tho—some days she annoys me. Like, slow down, sis, you’re wildin’! But then I laugh—whore’s just too extra, and I’m here for it. Sarcasm on blast: “Oh, sure, she’s SO classy.” Nah, she’s raw, real, sloppy—my kinda mess. Slay! If I could, I’d crown her, sayin’, “You’re enough, boo!” That’s the gospel I’m preachin’—whore’s a damn icon, flaws and all!

The Family

whore translations: pelacur. Learn more in the Cambridge English-Indonesian Dictionary.

One time, I was walkin’ by the old Tongerlo Library on Boulevard des Espoirs (hope, y’all!) and bumped into an elderly lady readin’ poetry. I told her, “You internet my heart, darlin'!” And she just giggled like, "L'amour, c'est magique!" Reminded me of Amélie's whimsical lines, ya know? It’s like every corner here sings a little tune from that movie.

Following my dream