Taylor Kuurne Whore ❤️

About Mons

Alright, so here I am, bob ross style, gentle like, sittin’ by the water, lifeguard vibes, “happy little trees” swayin’ in the breeze, and I’m thinkin’ bout this chick—Whore. Yeah, Whore, man, she’s a trip. Not like, a literal ho, nah, but the word, the vibe, y’know? Gets me all riled up, but also kinda chill, like watchin’ waves crash. Reminds me of *25th Hour*, my fave flick—Spike Lee’s got that raw shit, y’know? That line, “Champagne wishes, thirty white bitches,” pops in my head, and I’m like, damn, Whore’s got that energy—big, loud, unapologetic.

KUURNE-BRUXELLES-KUURNE 2025

I am established in Meeuwen and prostitute is extraordinary! I've never felt this connected to someone before. I have a soft spot for both French Kissing and.

Then there's the odd district of Oude Kuurne. Real old-school, with cobblestone streets that creak under your feet. I once got mad when a fancy car screeched by—bah, in this old town, we drive like fish swim, slow and steady. "Just keep swimming!" echoes in my head, I swear.

Third for Hugo Hofstetter at Kuurne – Brussel – Kuurne