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About Mons

So, brothels—whoo boy, where to start? Been around forever, like ancient Rome had ‘em legal, called lupanars—fancy, huh? Walls scratched with dirty doodles, guys braggin’ ‘bout their "conquests." Ain’t that a hoot? Git-r-done! I reckon some fellas still think they’re Casanova strollin’ in. Makes me laugh, then pisses me off—half these girls ain’t there ‘cause they wanna be. Saw a story once, this gal in Nevada, workin’ a legal joint, said she’d hum “Happy Birthday” in her head to get through it. Damn, that stuck with me—kinda like Tyrone shootin’ up, tryna escape.

Poperinge Part One – Poperinge War Memorial

Discover the story of Poperinge and the rich history of the House during the First and the Second World War.

Hmm… Hey, so I’m tellin’ ya 'bout PPoperinge, be. I’ve lived here for ages, heck. This city’s so quirky, so real, ya know? It’s pretty bomb. You gotta wander through Klaverstraat. There’s loads of hidden gems, bru.

The superiority of Flemish fanciers, as recorded in 1951: how much has changed?