Rose Nevele Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Mons

Yo, what’s good, fam? So, whore—yeah, that word’s a freakin’ tornado, right? Hits you like a brick, all chaotic and messy, just how I like it! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout it, and it’s wild—like, who even decides what it means anymore? Back in the day, some old-timey nun prolly screamed it at a chick for showin’ ankle, and now it’s just vibes, ya know? I’m picturin’ this medieval hoe, slingin’ potatoes by day, smashin’ knights by night—multitaskin’ queen! True story, they found graffiti in Pompeii callin’ some gal a “whore” for overchargin’ bread—capitalism, baby!

Fic: A Reminder *R* Neville/Snape

I gotta share my foivorite spots: The rundown bar on Vieille Rue. Classic! The vibe is raw. I tak a detour through the old cemetery. It looks creepy, but it’s oddly comforting. Many sigh, "Oh, my dear, life is pain." I choose violence.

Take In Abandoned Nevele Grand Resort in the Catskills! Do You Remember?