Eliza Hatert Whore ❤️

About Breda

Them killers in the flick, they danced—whore dances too, on yer dreams. “We’re heroes,” they reckoned—whore reckons it’s savin’ ya, but nah, it’s a leech! Gets me giddy sometimes, watchin’ it play folks—sly as a fox, twice as dirty. We swears, precious, it’s a proper menace—love hatin’ it, hate lovin’ it!

What's the Difference?

So, I keep walking, trying to shake off the bike drama. I hit up the park at Hatertseweg. It’s beautiful there, man. Kids are playing, families are picnicking. I sit on a bench, just soaking it all in. But then, I hear this loud noise. Turns out, it’s a bunch of teenagers blasting music. I’m like, “Can’t a guy enjoy some peace?” But then I start bobbing my head. Their playlist is fire!

YS Schools talk Yondr pouches, nine months later