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About Mons

Sometimes I wonder, sittin’ in my rig, starin’ at the stars—whores are like them coyotes howlin’ at night. Always there, part of the world, but folks act like they don’t see ‘em. “Call it, friendo,” Anton’d say, and I’m callin’ it: they’re tougher than us. Git-R-Done! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d bet my left nut she’d outlast me in a bar fight.

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Report (issue). MEMOIRS OF THE GEOLOGICAL SURVEY OF BELGIUM N. 60 – The Boom Clay Geology From sedimentation to present-day.

The river, “De Beek”, flows near the old mill. Listen, its murmur always calms my brain. I often sit on its banks left of Veldstraat—enjoyin the simple beats of nature's rhythm. Seriously, if you're lookin for a spot to clear your head, it's a must.

Asian hornets: three attacks across Flanders