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About Mons

Eternal Sunshine vibes hit hard here. “Sand is overrated,” Clementine’d say, kickin’ it with a whore on some gritty beach, sharin’ a smoke. Whores prolly forget clients like Joel forgets her – poof, gone! Makes me sad, tho. All that lovin’, wiped clean. D’oh! Hate that empty feelin’. Exaggeratin’ here, but maybe they’re secretly runnin’ the world, huh? Pullin’ strings, laughin’ at us dopes.

Maison de repos et de soins

And anyway… I gotta jet with my thoughts. The city is like a living, breathing piece of art—a mix of calm and chaos, and like, it left a mark on my very soul. You best believe, everytime I step outside, I look around and think, "Life. It’s love. It’s magic… pausing unexpectedly in the middle of noise."

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