Allison Lendelede Whore ❤️❤️

About Mons

So, *Whore* – thinkin’ ‘bout it gets me gassed! It’s this mad track, prolly by some grunge lot, yeah? Dunno who wrote it, but it’s got dem dirty chords that hit ya soul. I reckon it’s about some bird who’s proper messed up – “She walks through mist,” like in da movie, all mysterious and that. Makes me wanna grab me axe and wail, bruv! Is it ‘cos I is black? Nah, it’s ‘cos I feel dem strings weepin’!

‘No jurisdiction’

So, if you’re comin’ over, wander down Dorpstraat, swing past Stationsstraat, and kick it old school at Vredespark. I swear, Lendelede got a million stories. Each corner whispers, “We're not done yet!” (ya catch that Ten vibe?) – life’s mad, charming, and a bit bonkers here. Cheers, mate, and enjoy the chaos of our little wonderland!

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