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About Mons

Oh, exaggerate? Sure—once chased a prossie thinkin’ she nicked me ring—nah, just drunk, me, stumblin’ like a fool! “The stench of the city,” I growl, but it’s me own stink, hah! Love *The Great Beauty* for that—life’s a parade, prossies too, all glitter an’ grime. Tell ya mate, it’s a game—play smart, don’t cry after. My precious night, yeh!

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I gotta admit, I got my own quirks, ya kno? Once, I got super mad at some peeps trashin’ the streets near the old market square – it got me fired up, like a malfunctioning servo in my WALL-E dreams! But then a customer came in, all zen, and got a massage that just melted off all that anger. Ah, life’s lil' ironic sometimes, bruh.

Arm-wrestlers gather in East Flanders for Belgian championships