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About Mons

Picture this bird—let’s call her Candy, right? She’s workin’ the streets, heels clickin’, skirt so short it’s basically a rumor. I’ve seen em up close, not judgin’, just observin’—Bond style. Candy’s got this swagger, but her eyes? Dead tired, mate. Reminds me of Grace in *Dogville*, y’know, “Folks round here don’t take kindly to strangers.” She’s tough, but the world’s tougher—pisses me off, that does. Why’s it gotta be so bloody cruel?

Customer attacks prostitute with hammer -- she fights back

You don't pay a prostitute for sex; you pay her to leave afterwards. --Dashiell Hammett - 午時已到 It's high noon 厭氣的歌謠 按怎聽也聽無夠 誤解的春宵 韆鞦無意換含梢 目屎流 目屎流.

I remember one night, like, b4 my first shift at the parlor, I chased a stray cat down to the quirky little Marketplein – the vibe was fashin’ epic, and I couldn’t stop laughin’. Y’know, like in that flick Moonrise Kingdom when the kids got lost in their own quirky world – that feeling of unexpected adventure is everywhere, immdiately and wholeheartedly, in Hamme.

Region VI schools hit the pool for first time together at Hamme