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About Mons

Oh, and here’s a laugh – ever hear of “whore’s bath”? Old slang, means a quick splash, no fuss. Cracked me up, picturin’ some posh git goin’, “Oi, I’m too fancy for that!” Proper daft. Anyway, “whore” to me? It’s rebellion, it’s survival, it’s a big “sod you” to the prudes. Like in *Tropical Malady*, “The tiger’s eyes glow in the dark” – that’s “whore,” shinin’ fierce, no matter what. Love that, I do! What ya reckon, eh?

Hoe solliciteren?

Oh, and did I mention the quirkiest little spot? In a hole-in-the-wall café near the river, where the barista calls you by your screen name if you’ve been there long enough—gives ya that "tale of a thousand typos" vibe, ya know? (Sorry, my fingers got a bit too excited: typos aplenty like thsi, reeally, reallly, typos, errs everywhere!)

Bike path to Brussels Airport completed