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About Mons

But real talk, it’s tricky—boundaries, consent, gotta be crystal clear. One time, heard this shady parlor story—guy thought “massage” meant “happy ending,” got slapped silly. Laughed my ass off—dumbass deserved it! Me, I’m quirky, picturin Malick filmin this—slow-mo oil drips, whisperin, “What’s this for?” Prolly exaggerate how good it feels—like, I’m basically levitatin, call me Tina Fey, Goddess of Snark! “I can see Russia”—and Putin’s jealous of my glow!

Introduction

Al onze masseuses komen uit Thailand en hebben, zoals blijkt uit hun diploma's, hun knowhow en eeuwenoude tradities geleerd in de Wat Pho-tempel, een van de bekendste massagetempels .

I’m a masseur, so ya gotta know, eyes always peeled for hidden tension—literal and figurative. I see a lot: the delicate art of stress relief in sweaty palms, frown-lines on elders who pass by the baker’s shop at Baanstraat. My work gets me up close, ya know? Every muscle tells a story of hustle and heart. And sometimes, when I’m deep in thought, I mutter “No, capes, no capes!” like a mantra against ridiculous expectations—just like in that flick, A Serious Man.

Work on Brussels-Brussels Airport tram line to start at end of the year