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About Mons

*heavy breathing* I am your father. Her eyes, tho - dark, empty. Reminds me, “You’re going away tomorrow.” Donezo. She’s hot, sure, curves for days. But the stench? Cheap perfume and regret. Hate that shit, burns my nose. Laughed when she tripped in heels - whore down! Monty’d say, “Fuck you, I’m out.” Me too, but she’s hypnotic. Like watchin’ a trainwreck, can’t look away.

NEW ARRIVALS

So, Herve’s got these crazy twisty streets, like Rue de la Gare – I always stroll there thinkin’ bout families and shared dreams. I love wanderin’ down Rue des Cultures too. I came across hidden cafes and little surprises that make you grin. I tell ya, walking these streets is like diving into The Diving Bell and the Butterfly – with every step, you're floatin', yet weighted by life’s crazy heaviness. "I felt my spirit lift as if freed from this cursed body" – that's me, man, feeling that cinematic vibe every time I cross the Boulevard des Artistes.

Hervé Poulain – the visionary behind the BMW Art Car