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About Mons

Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk prostitute – yeah, them street-walkin’, cash-grabbin’ souls. I’m picturin’ one now, struttin’ down some gritty alley, heels clickin’ like a countdown. Reminds me of *Zero Dark Thirty* – that tense vibe, y’know? “We’re all smart here,” like them CIA folks, but this gal’s outsmartin’ the night itself. Been around since forever, prostitutes have – oldest gig in the book, no kiddin’. Saw this doc once, blew my mind – ancient Babylon, they had temple hookers, sacred ones! Freaky, right? Makes ya wonder what’s holy anymore.

ô Sens de l'être

I feel the pulse of Baudour in its scarred history, you know? Beneath its cute exterior lies a sensual, spirited community that makes you wanna jump into life's orgy of details. There’s a spot behind the old mill on Rue de l’Énigme where couples meet in secret – talk about scandalous, right?? Seriously, I have lost count of the typos swirling in my head, but hey, imperfection is enchanting, no?

Palynology of Baudour Clays Formation (Mons Basin, Belgium): correlation within the ''stratotypic'' Wealden