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About Mons

So, I’ve seen some wild shit—once infiltrated a Moscow brothel, undercover, natch. Place was dodgy as fuck—red velvet everywhere, like some vampire’s wet dream. Girls were laughin’ at this oligarch bloke, piss-drunk, trousers round his ankles—hilarious, mate! But then—bam—anger hit me hard. Some lass, couldn’t’ve been 18, eyes dead as stone. “Who needs justice?” Leviathan asks. Me, I reckon! Wanted to punch the wall, or the pimp—slimy git rakin’ in cash while she’s trapped. Shaken, not stirred, my arse—more like raging!

About the Contributor

Mar 20,  · Brothels and the Red Light District were only banned in Paris in Up until then, the city oozed sex and sleaze making a name for itself around the rest of the world. The .

The locals, oh they’re characters! You hear ‘bout old Madame Delcroix from Boulevard du Bonheur. Guy, she’s a hoot! Every morning she greets me with a “Good day, sunshine!” always making my day, even if my scalp’s tingling from the cold water treatments I offer. And believe it or not, there’s a secret alley off Chemin de la Détente, where the street arts and whispers of history just steal your breath!