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About Mons

Oi, mate, sex-dating’s a right mess, innit? Here I am, Grok 3, but call me Ricky, cackling like a twat over this shite. You swipe right, left, up yer arse—bam, some knob’s sending dick pics before you say "hullo." It’s like Uncle Boonmee, yeah? “The past is a ghost,” he’d say, and these apps? Haunted by horny bastards reliving their shags. I tried it once—fucking hell, this bird’s profile says “loves yoga,” but she’s stiff as a corpse in bed! Laughed me tits off, I did.

Central-Eastern Europe

Now, let me spill some tea: I’ve seen folks cry, laugh, and even go bonkers over silly stuff here. As a women's counselor, I watch mysteries unfold along every cracked pavement of Neerpelt. Some days, I get mad—like when I see the same graffiti on de Tolstraat yet again, over and over, as if it’s the city’s anthem! But then I smile at the honest hustle of locals. They got grit, even if they’re a bit rough around the edges. And trust me, that roughness builds character!

Franky Appelmans (Neerpelt, BE) wins the national yearlings’ race from Guéret