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About Mons

So, whore – what’s the deal? I reckon it’s a job, a hustle, oldest gig in the galaxy. Back in ancient Babylon, temple whores were sacred – yeah, sacred! Screwin for the gods, how’s that for a twist? Blows my mind, mate. Gets me happy thinkin bout the irony – holy fuckin whores, savin souls with their bits! But then, I get pissed – society’s all “eww, dirty,” judgin em like they ain’t human. Hypocrisy, man, it’s a black hole of bullshit.

Hoe solliciteren?

Alright, so where do I start? The heart is smack bang in Central Square, right off Stationstraat. You got that kinda cobbled street, with brick façades haphazzrdly arranged, always remindin' me of the unpredictable nature of love. Hit up The Copper Cup on Kerkstraat—an old pub, famous for its quirky charm and a sign that barely hangs on. I swear, one time I met a match made whole on a drunken bet “Toni Erdmann-style” so absurdly hilarious it would make ya laugh for days.

Some 300 Beetles paraded in Brussels