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About Mons

Sometimes I’m jealous—escorts got swagger I can’t touch. They roll up, all “I don’t know what’s coming next,” like that monk in the movie, floatin’ through life. Me? I’m stuck behind a screen, prayin’ my Wi-Fi holds. Once saw an escort’s X post—pic of her in Paris, sippin’ wine, client-funded. I yelled, “Goals, bitch!” at my cat. He didn’t care.

Á notre propos

Dilbeek Hoer België, Parenclub, Seks in verschillende posities, Pijpen zonder condoom tegen meerprijs, Seks in verschillende posities.

Rambles later, I hit the river Zenne. Chill water flows with secrets. The river’s messy, like my code. I used to sit by its banks, gr8 times, thinking: "Look at us, centuries old, and still messy."

Young cycling hero Remco Evenepoel in the spotlights in events from Dilbeek to Brussels