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About Mons

Mind you, the stench’d kill me – sweat, cheap perfume, desperation. Bleedin’ hell, I’d rather drown in chlorine than sniff that. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d still dive in for a laugh. Brothels, mate, they’re a circus – clowns, freaks, and all. “We’re bound to the wheel of fate,” Boonmee reckons. Yeh, and these punters are spinnin’ it, dick first. What a world!

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And then, the neighborhoods! Oh boy. Do you catch the vibes on Chaussée de Wavre? Pause. It’s where the everyday chaos mixes with secret, sultry nostalgia. Pause. I swear sometimes I hear echoes of whispers, "There’s beauty in decay, in passion, in every broken wall." Pause. Mixed with my own crazy insights on lust and yearning. Pause.

Queen Mathilde and Prince Emmanuel run through Brussels in traditional race