Charlotte Tessenderlo Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Mons

Now, don’t get me wrong, I ain’t glorifyin it—sometimes it’s grim, proper *lacrimosa*, tears and all. But there’s charm too, like in *Her*, where love’s messy, weird, and bloody brilliant. Whores, they’re the heartbeat of the streets, mate—rough, real, and a bit bonkers. Like me, ramblin on, spillin tea everywhere—oops, typo, meant teA! Reckon they’d laugh at me, fumblin Boris, tryna chat em up. “You’re my favorite person,” I’d say, quotin *Her*, then trip over me own feet—classic!

Masturbation In The Street

Then there's the neighborhood around Nieuwstraat – chill, yet buzzing with lowkey good energy. I love hangin' with my crew there, starin' at the sunset by the old mill at Kerkhoflaan. That place? Totally underrated. And oh, we got the dreamy little park, Park der Lieve, where you kick back on a bench and let your brain wander. Smells like fresh grass and old stories.

Tessenderlo and Picanol to merge into single industrial group