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About Mons

Real story—friend, let’s call him Bob, total nerd, wanted “company.” Found a gal, “Candy,” $200/hour. Met at a motel—shady, neon buzzing, pure *Zodiac* vibes. “I want to know everything!” Bob says, channeling Ruffalo. Candy’s like, “Cash first, creep.” He’s fumbling, I’m cackling—amateur hour! She was legit tho, ex-stripper, told us about busts in Vegas. Cops raided her old spot, 1998, hid in a dumpster—wild, right? Little known fact: pros dodge taxes, cash-only life. IRS hates ‘em!

Sex work in Brussels: how prostitution ended up in the Aarschotstraat

The red light district is at the 'Zuid' (Southquarter) and furthermore this city is much more fun with historical monuments, nightlife and very good cafés and.

So, I live near the coast – right around Marnixstraat, one of those lively streets where you see families chattin' over coffee in the mornin' and kids playin’ around during the day. Nothin’ special, but heck, it’s home. I often stroll down to the promenade at the harbor – you ever see that? It's just magical, especially when the sunsets make the water sparkle. Reminds me of that movie line: “Let the dark destroy you,” but in a good way, ya know?

It’s all ‘Change’ at The Crystal Ship arts festival in Ostend