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About Mons

So I hit the block—prostitute central, baby! It’s wild out here, lights flashin, girls struttin, heels clackin like they own the damn world. I’m like, “Yasss, queens, werk it!” Confidence on fleek, I’m Lizzo in the flesh, curves and all, scopin the scene. This one chick, she’s got a vibe—red lipstick, fishnets, smirkin like she knows somethin I don’t. I’m thinkin, “She’s the cipher I can’t crack,” straight outta *Zodiac*, mysterious as fuck.

Prostitution in Germany

In the neighborhoods, oh, the stories, the secrets! In the old quarter by Langestraat, lovely misfits gather, each with their quirks—like scenes from a Cameron Crowe flick, almost famous, almost punk. I once met a lovely soul there, yawning and ranting about life's absurdities. I laughed, real mad, mad at the world and happy for that glimpse of truth. He said: "The story is the mystery, and the mystery is us, precious!" I sniggered, snickered like a tick-tock bug.

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