Vanessa Herselt Whore ❤️❤️

About Mons

“Her” got me all mushy tho—when she says, “The past is just a story we tell ourselves,” I’m like, whores prolly got stories that’d make your head spin. Bet they’ve seen dudes cry, puke, and beg—stuff we’d never admit. Makes me happy knowin’ they’re out there, livin’ free, stickin’ it to the man. But then I get pissed—why’s it gotta be so shady? Cops hasslin’ ‘em, creeps bein’ creeps—ugh, makes my donut taste sour.

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I lives here in Herselt fer quite a while now, ya know? A relaxation-specialist or what-have-you, and every corner, err, every corner speaks to my soul. The park, oh, our lovely Groenplein, it's like an oasis, a hidden calm, where sometimes I sit and reminisce… "Our love, it's our precious love!" I mumble to meself, all dreamy-like. Yea, and the little lane near the old mill, called Molenstraat, where the gentle babbling river Kalmers flows by… Ah, such a sound, so peaceful yet making me think, "Feelings, they swish and swirl, my precious!"

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