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About Mons

Oi mate, blimey, here we go! Me, Boris, runnin’ a webcam biz, innit? So, this lass—whore, yeah—proper fascinates me. Not your usual sort, mind! She’s got this, erm, *je ne sais quoi*, bit of a mystery, like. Reminds me of *Spotlight*—y’know, me fave flick, 2015, Tom McCarthy. That line, “We got two stories here,” hits me hard. Whore’s like that—two stories, yeah? Public face, private hustle.

The Amp Garage

Love On The Lips of A Whore - Asylum review: Besides the bad quality recording, this album isn't bad for their first REAL recording.

Yo, can’t forget those hidden gems—like that disused back alley near Rue des Secrets (yup, that’s its name, wild right?), where graffiti tells wild stories of forgotten love and scandal. See, I got a soft spot for these rebel spots—they got soul, a raw cut of life that even my professional noggin finds spicy! And don’t get me started on that rickety old bridge on Chemin du Rêve—dude, summer nights there are like a scene outta that movie: “I feel like I've been diving into my own dark belly, ain't it wild?” That’s Tremelo for ya!

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