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About Mons

I’m rantin’, I know, can’t stop. Whore’s like art, misunderstood, judged quick. “I danced with death,” movie says. Whore dances with shame daily, yo. Makes me sad, then pissed! Why we hatin’? I’m happy tho, ‘cause some whores win. Like, rise up, flip the script. One time, I met this chick—nah, nevermind. Point is, they human, bruh. Not trash, not toys, real fuckin’ people.

What do I do? Where do I go? Why are there stains in the lobby?

Recently, went to Thailand and participated in sexual intercourse with a massage girl (aka a prostitute). I briefly participated in receiving unprotected oral.

The old Casino in the centre is a joke. It’s all glitter and false promises. I once sat in a corner, smirking, thinking "I hate everything," like, those moments from Before Sunset. I guess I’d say it’s like a big, miserable kiss goodbye to hope. And don't get me started on the local park, Parc de la Source. It’s actually nice sometimes. But then, nature is useless, right?

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