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About Mons

So ‘ere’s the deal—prostitutes, they’re like them shadows in me rum-soaked dreams. Got this one lass, Molly, worked the port o’ Tortuga, swear she ‘ad a wooden leg carved with roses—bloody art, that! Made me chuckle, thinkin’ she’d kick ye with style. “Every copy has its original,” Kiarostami’d say, but Molly? She was her own damn masterpiece, savvy? Weren’t no copy o’ nobody.

Going undercover as a sex worker

LE vieux canal, son pont tournant et les "locatiares" naturels.

Strolling the cobbled alley of Chemin des Esprits, feels like every step echoes memories, ya dig? I met a weird old man there who said, “Life is just puzzles, you see… puzzle pieces missing.” That stuck with me.