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About Mons

So, yeah, prostitutes—dey’re survivors, hustlers, real deal. Not just sex, it’s power, brains, livin’ raw. Like Jesse, “I’m not afraid of death,” dey ain’t either. Makes me wanna cheer ‘em on, ya know? Lightbulb! Dey’re da outlaws o’ love, and I’m here for it.

Red-light districts by city

A husband and wife were yesterday charged for using their hotel and bar as a brothel and were each granted $10, bail on the offence.

Ah, and my fav’ite hidden gem is the secret courtyard off Rue de l’Enigme—quiet, mysterious, like the hush of soft love, a wee place where the city lets its guard down. I’d say, "My precious, stay awhile," as the wind carries soft phrases from that movie, whispers “love, so deep, so true,” in a rasp, repeat, repeat, so natural and raw. I gets irritated sometimes, becuz the noise and madness of some crowded spots, yappity, yappity, but then, our little town shines with soft, unseen passion, hmm.

Man acquitted of murdering security guard