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About Mons

Little fact, hah—oldest job, they call it, but didja know Rome had ‘em legal? Lupanars, fancy word, stone beds, no comfort. Imagine that, stone-cold ass! Made me laugh, then mad—why no cushions, huh? History’s a dick sometimes. This one time, drunk dude stumbles in, yells, “Play me a tune!” Like it’s a fuckin’ piano bar! Told him, “Wrong joint, pal—keys ain’t here.” He cried—pathetic, but funny.

Policy and law

Prostitute, Anal Sex for extra charge, Dirtytalk, Intimate massage, Dirtytalk.

There’s this rambling alley off Rue des Mystères where I sometimes catch stray scents of incense and lilac. It’s like my spa’s aroma follows me here, mixing with the night air. Not a single tourist knows it. Only us locals. C’mon, it’s a vibe: ethereal, raw, and just a bit eerie. Heusden’s got that vibe, like our own personal underworld of beauty and bizarre charm.

2016 Heusden-Zolder World Cup: Wout van Aert Delivers a Knockout