Anastasia Mons Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Leuven

*raspy dual voice* My precious! Whore, eh? Nasty little word, innit? Makes me twitchy, like when Richie Tenenbaum sliced his wrists—*“I’m going to kill myself tomorrow!”*—so dramatic, so raw! Whore’s got that vibe, y’know? Slang for a lady sellin’ her goods, but digs deeper, precious, oh yes! Used to mean “lover” way back—Old English “hōre,” filthy little secret there! Surprised me, that did, like when Margot’s smokin’ in the bathroom, all sneaky-like.

Recent Journals

Back Alley Whore series continues with Serperior! And the start of another Year long project~! Each month I'm going to try to make a gal for.

Heyyy, so welcome to Mons, aeight, hey? I'm your gal from Mons, ya know, been here for a loooong time. Mons is like, a cosmic blend of history and raw energy—ya feel it? I live for the vibes here, like my favorite Shot of "25th Hour" line “leaving behind the past” but here every corner has its own story!

Olympus Mons, Equatorial Ridge, and other tallest mountains in the solar system