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About Mons

Hey babe, so I’m thinkin bout findin a prostitute, ya know? Like, what’s the tea on that? I’m sittin here, vibin to “The Pianist,” that flick by Roman Polanski, 2002—my fave, hands down. Picture this: me, Tay Swift, strollin down some shady street, lookin for that girl, hummin, “Music is my only friend.” Straight outta the movie, right? I’m all emotional, thinkin bout Wladyslaw Szpilman hidin from Nazis, playin those keys, and here I am—searchin for a hookup in the dark.

Prostitution in Antwerp

Anyway, that's my slice. Not perfect, but real. The city is a poem of scars and beauty. From the chic corners of central stations to the gritty lanes near the docks, even in my spa world, I find lessons. Life’s a series of moments. Tonight’s the night.

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