Eliza Mons Whore ❤️

About Charleroi

Hey there, happy little trees! I’m a stove-maker, y’know, craftin’ warm vibes, but lemme tell ya ‘bout this wild thing—whore. Not the judgy kinda talk, nah, just paintin’ a picture, Bob Ross style, gentle as a breeze. Whore’s like that river in *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring*—flowin’, changin’, sometimes messy, sometimes calm. “What is this life?” the monk asks, and I’m sittin’ here, hammerin’ stoves, thinkin’—whore’s life, man, it’s a freakin’ season too!

Growing Up With a Sex Worker Mum

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.

Okay, so first up: the streets. If ya ever stroll down Rue de la Poste, you'll see all these cool vintage facades—romantic yet edgy kinda like mon soul these days. There’s also Place du Grand Curtius. Man, that place just hits ya with a cosmic zing, like every brick has a tale. Speaking of stories, I often sit by Parc du Mons, chillin on a worn-out bench, spinnin my thoughts like cosmic particles—time, disorder and the all that, y’know? Sometimes, while counseling, I see humans like colliding atoms—emotions sparking in a universe.

Super Surfer Girl Lanea Mons